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I 'm sorry, I hurt you. I 'm sorry, I hurt you.

It's okay, to be not okay.... It's okay, to be not okay....

There is no them... There's only fact of us... There is no them... There's only fact of us...

The poor, dull, down headed labourers wander street to street, For their requirements and hunger ... The poor, dull, down headed labourers wander street to street, For their requ...

Once we decided not to try To impress anyone, Once we decided not to try To impress anyone,