I drank the poison, you took the pills
It didn't get us anywhere
We called the help line to confess our crimes
There wasn't anybody there
Like the self portrait of Vincent Van Gogh
Like a traveler in the rain
Like a mother finally letting go
We learn to live with pain
I know why you hurt me
I know why I let you
The more you hurt me
The more I can feel you
It's strange, so strange
This pain, this pain that I love
The fortunetellers, they forge the future
They never give you the bad news
So I went under cover, I saw your lover
But I'm still here with you
Like the self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh
Like a traveler in the rain
Like a mother finally letting go
We learn to live with pain
I know why you hurt me
I know why I let you
The more you hurt me
The more I can feel you
It's strange, so strange
This pain, this pain that I love, that I love
I know why you hurt me
I know why I let you
The more you hurt me
The closer I get to you
It's strange, so strange
This pain, this pain that I love, that I love

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