Lyrics

I try to do it quietly Not a whisper, more like a shock I try to disorganize neatly What to keep and what to block I'd shout like that old fly In that window and wait Wait for a finger to squeeze Or will I hesitate? Shout A There ain't no logic, there ain't no plain No roads you can travel free form pain I'm only shoulder I'm only a kiss Good for comfort and cool for the diss The lord is my mom she's my save I'm her troubled boy unto the grave I pretend she's blessing, blessing me Hope she'll save me from this misery
Writer(s): 0, Orn Guomundsson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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