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I try to do it quietly not a whisper, more like a shock 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 hesitate? shout A there aint no logic, there aint no plain no roads you can travel free form pain I'm only shoulder i'm only a kiss good for confort 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 From Letras Mania