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It Hurts
It hurts...
When the people whom
we treat and cure
Dedicate our lives for them
with hearts pure
Turn on us like ungrateful
serpents, vile
And instead of gratitude
spew bitter bile
Some of these rascals go
one step ahead
And beat the treating
doctor on the head
It really hurts...
Not much where the physical
trauma is received
But deep down in the heart
this pain is perceived
When the people whom
we treat and cure
Dedicate our lives for them
with hearts pure
Turn on us like ungrateful
serpents, vile
And instead of gratitude
spew bitter bile
Some of these rascals go
one step ahead
And beat the treating
doctor on the head
It really hurts...
Not much where the physical
trauma is received
But deep down in the heart
this pain is perceived
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It Hurts
It Hurts
