Every Day I Stumble | version finale
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(IPOGS, Walls) Codziennie potykam się o próg.
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Every day I stumble over
the threshold/The same nail pain
in my fingers calls my attention,
soon I fight
I hear a gong and enter the ring
the threshold/The same nail pain
in my fingers calls my attention,
soon I fight
I hear a gong and enter the ring
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