Saw your mother yesterday
I wish I was blind
Heard your father went away
Not before time
Sister Mary finally spoke
Her words were soft and kind
We're not the hurting kind
You always told me what to say
I knew you were right
But I made it up anyway
I did it once, and I did it again
Brother Joseph got the joke
But the joke was on him
We're not the hurting kind
We're not the hurting kind
We're not the hurting kind
You are a friend of mine I know
I can't get used to letting go
And I wish like hell that I knew
The times we're going through
We're not the hurting kind
We're not the hurting kind
We're not the hurting kind

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