The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

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The boy with the thorn in his side

Behind the hatred there lies

A murderous desire for love

How can they look into my eyes

And still they don't believe me ?

How can they hear me say those words

Still they don't believe me ?

And if they don't believe me now

Will they ever believe me ?

And if they don't believe me now

Will they ever, they ever, believe me ?

Oh no ...

Oh ...

The boy with the thorn in his side

Behind the hatred there lies

A plundering desire for love

How can they see the love in our eyes

And still they don't believe us ?

And after all this time, ah

They don't want to believe us

And if they don't believe us now

Will they ever believe us ?

And when you want to live

How do you start ?

Where do you go ?

Who do you need to know ?