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Trouble of the World

(Maybe God doesn't want me to love anybody. Truth is...I'm gonna die someday. Heres my last words)


No more weeping or wailing...no more beatings and crying...struggling...surviving...no more hopes or trying....I'm going home to be with God

I want to meet my mother....i want to meet my mother....I wanna go home...I can't roam...to and fro...no more...I can't be bothered with the trouble of the world...i can't be loved...theres trouble in this world...oh...can you take me...take me out this world...i wanna go home to be with God

The trouble of this world...is breaking me down...just let me be...let me sleep...finally...let me sleep...can your will be done...without me in this world...please let me go...from the trouble of this world...

No one ever loved me...and thats the trouble of my world....no one ever loved me...thats the trouble of my world...i wanna go home....where theres no weeping or wailing...struggling...surviving...i wanna go meet my mother...go..meet my mother...go...out this world...the trouble of the world...oh.
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