You Won’t Feel a Thing The Script

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Ooo ooooo, ooo ooooo

I've been kicked right down
I've been spat in the face
I've been pulled way down to the lowest place
I've been lied to, shamed
I have been disgraced
Been excommunicated from every holy place

I've been beat up and robbed
I've been left for dead
For the way I look, for the things I've said
And when trouble thinks it's found us
The world falls down around us
I promise baby, you won't ever
You won't ever feel a thing

'Cause I will take it on the chin, eh, for you
So lay your cuts and bruises over my skin
I promise you won't feel a thing, no
'Cause everything the world could throw
I'll stand in front, I'll take the blow
For you
For you