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My back is broken, punctured with the needles
Of heavy rains and the ferocious winds
I cannot sleep
I cannot sit still either
Just begging heavens for this pain to leave
But as day pass I come to understanding
That no one ever really tried to help
And writhing on an ancient sofa
Won't take from me the littlest bit of pain
I have to move, I have to get to home now
Regardless of what relatives might say
'Cause in the end no wind bites back on humans
The humans just like sitting on their hands