2WAL - Troubled
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Every one of us owes a sorry that's
Hung in a pocket of a coat that
We've thrown No going back you're in the cold

Every one of us don't yet most of us do many won't tell you it hurts
Lose it in a bottle of diazi or ludes

Not that you are one
Not that you are one
Oh not you
My son

Instead of laying in peace
I was laying in pieces mind rolled in
Like a storm no heart left my bodies a wall

I'm just a motherless son
Raging in a fatherless world
Born to be left & not to be held

Now that just ain't fun
Now that just ain't fun
Not for you my son