Every Day I Stumble | versione finale
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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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