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That ain’t a home, it’s a furnace, in need of some matches I can’t believe how long you’ve lived with magnificent sadness When so much pain’s in the heart it doesn’t seem real Hard to believe that good can come out of something so evil Never too young to feel Takes a while to heal Never too young to feel Trouble happens to the rich and the poor To the prude or the downright whore No need to know what for Pain’s nothing less than inevitable Once he realized it’s his choice And he could walk out, jealous of the boys And the normal house He started hanging with the rebel crowd And he learned to walk proud With the sun in his laughing mouth Never too young to feel Takes a while to heal Never too young to feel Trouble happens to the rich and the poor To the prude or the downright whore No need to know what for Letras de cancionesPain’s nothing less than inevitable The young or old don’t need to know what for He feels the courage build Like a sunrise upon the hill Showing hope that he can Someday understand (Thanks to seth for these lyrics) From Letras Mania