Conflict has no where to go so it hides
Locked away in our unfamiliar moods
The sound of the world you can't abide
Like the woderful smell of homecooked soul food
Liek tears cried for your new born child
Conflict has no where to go, so it hides
Locked away in your unfamiliar moods
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