Track Title:               It Don't Hurt
Album Title:               The Globe Sessions
Prime Artist:              Sheryl Crow

Producer:                  Sheryl Crow

Written by:                Jeff Trott
Written by:                Sheryl Crow
Lyrics:

It's don't hurt like it did.
                                                   I can sing my song again.
                                                    It's don't hurt like it did.
                                                   I can sing my song again.

                                                 I scraped the paper off the wall.
                                                  I put down carpet in the hall.
                                                   I left no trace of you at all.
                                                  And I can sing my song again.

                                                 I don't dream 'cuz I don't sleep.
                                                The moon is hanging like your hat.
                                                The sun comes up, well I don't see
                                                   Curtains tied up like a bat.

                                               The electric man looks good today.
                                                 Maybe not, well I'm trying hard.
                                                  Trying hard to feel that way,
                                             The electric man's a good place to start.

                                                 Took your paintings off the wall.
                                               That one of me that you called doll.
                                            I added on 'cuz the house was feeling small.
                                                 Now I can sing my song again.

                                                  I don't think of you no more
                                                  Except for everyday or two.
                                                  I don't think of you no more
                                             Except for in between the sun and moon.

                                                Packed up and moved out after all.
                                              Bulldozed the house and watched it fall.
                                                 That blessed sight I still recall
                                                    I can sing my song again
                                                    I can sing my song again

                                              It don't hurt like it did, it hurts worse.
                                                        Who do I kid?

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