
Lyrics to Making This Hard
Only last night on a cruddy bike I rode out into the gloom
Right through the aching park, right through the breaking dark, into a freezing room
You're making this hard for me to come back around
All of our wounds come from our first love
Right through the aching park, right through the breaking dark, into a freezing room
You're making this hard for me to come back around
All of our wounds come from our first love
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