.:: Too Tender ::. Water water everywhere And I complain about my thirst The prescription's in my hand While the pain I curse I know the longer I know the harder The walk will be With my calloused feet And my too tender knees Stumbled upon the truth Wished it'd get out of my way When I see the light I pull down the shade If I were as smart as Christopher I'd find a closet If I were as weak as Samson was I'd make a prophet
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