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I am my mother’s only son
She still thinks I’m the chosen one
She protects me like Mother’s do
I don’t have no trouble or strife
I’m married

everybody well
Sick with another's troubles but they can't tell

So delegate your joy to two or three
You learned they aint surpassed by the congeries
Too

Like a lament with no words                   
Creates a trouble in your heart.
 
I do miss you 
Like Dido the trojan Aeneas
Like the Heine’s fir his

lament
Saver a life that's been spent
Make love when you're hungry
And the mercurial light of lanterns
The suns gonna rise
Wake beautiful eyes
Open your

looks like diamonds
Stop with the sirens
I'm running from trouble no place to hide in
What you gonna say when the other one runs away now
Superhero not

Bitch it’s cemented running deep for trouble
Shooting up double Imma go acapella
Cuz I knew I never had enough to be the fucking rebel
Never had enough

Lily in the corner, praying for a different page
"You're nothing but trouble," he spat with a sneer
And the fists came crashing down, fueled by anger

forgot what we could do
And i lost my balance, palms were trouble without you
It's a farewell song that i can't sing
Summer is here but it will end, clouds

and just engage today

Another attempt to discard and forget
The final lament of the ever inept
By the powers that be that, in some way, foresee
That they

Close your little eyes sleep tight tonight
For you are still a baby tonight
In your mother's loving arms you're safe and warm
And nothing can trouble

trouble you
For you are still a baby
Sleeping in your mother's arms

One day you will grow up into a fine young man
With all the curiosities of youth

Embryonic fluids fill my blackened lungs again
Pretend that we're not here while we lay in our lament
Euthanize the youth and leave us trapped in our

laugh and crowd,
Teeth chipped from fighting, spilling our lightning, lost blood trailed on the ground,
Im staring at the trouble I found. 

No telling

wanted to win. Hmmm, but anyway…
Back to the ski scene
All that rubbish is mush
I'm in trouble for such
Making rubbles of stuff
In your place of haven

You paid all my debts and I'm indebted

Even with trouble nigh
Lord to whom shall I go
You are the bread of life
To whom all blessings flow

For you are

neighbour's lament?
Lot of injustices, lots to repent
cll the malice, hatred and blatant lies
Spreading darkness in us, don't we realise?
Everyday many are

A Loser’s Lament

1) Now I have tried to make the best out of a thing or two,
But this old world just-a-keep on turning, won’t wait for you.
I’m

own
I'm just hoping not to be noticed
While I hot box my hot rod, with my lady on my side
Pushing down, from foot to ground
Cruise and brew some trouble

citizens ne’er lament
The death of those who for their country die
All grief is madness
Think that I’ve given you a Roman heart. 


Tur This is the staue

had to give 
Had a gift, I couldn't open, it was too much to be fixed
Fixated on some trouble, but troubled what we is
And my insides, outside

bubble
Misplaced in this shuffle my layers grow grayer
Exhaling like Vader, I trouble naysayers
But everywhere I go, they all in my ear
They bathe in my

Ireland, oh my
You are Omagh!
Danny Boy in Loftus Road
Good Friday
Bloody Sunday
An island in Trouble in shock
Caught in the crosshairs of a Glock
My Ireland

held accountable, so instead I pass the blame, 
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.  
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be