The troubles hurt
The troubles hurt
They can bring us down
But if we frown
The life ahead will turn to dust
If we must give up
Then what’s the point
No troubles equals no success
So for the best
Don’t just rest
Work hard
The troubles hurt
There’s no need to cry
Just stand up tall and try
The troubles hurt
But if we fail we come back up
Don’t put down your kite
Keep flying high
The troubles hurt
That’s the gravity to life.
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