作曲：Chucho Merchan+Annie Lennox+David A Stewart

Well the sun came up this morning

Like a burning red balloon

It broke into my window

And it slipped across the room

It spread itself upon me

Like the smell of sweet perfume

I was sleeping like a baby yeah

I'm not a saviour

I'm not a saint

I'm not an angel

I'm not that quaint

Don't need a preacher

To be that wise

Don't need a teacher

I've got my eyes

You hurt me and I hate you

You hurt me

You hurt me and I hate you

You hurt me

A history of bitterness

You have left a blazing trail

If you had been a hammer

I'd be a broken nail

You gave me nothing

Nothing but regrets

Don't think it's over

It's not over yet

You hurt me and I hate you

You hurt me

You hurt me and I hate you

You hurt me

You hurt me I hate you

You hurt me

You hurt me and I hate you

You hurt me and I

They tell you there's

no hell on earth

That's like a woman scorned

And if you have to

face yourself

You'll wish

you'd not been born

And if you have to

face yourself

You'll find me

standing there

In the shadows in the corners

At the foot of every stair

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me I hate you

You hurt me

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me I hate you

You hurt me

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me I hate you

You hurt me

You hurt me and I

You hurt me and I

You hurt me I hate you

You hurt me

You hurt me I hate you

You hurt me