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In a violent place we can call our country
is a mixed up man
and i guess thats me
the sun’s in the sky
but the storm never seems to end

It’s a place of sorrow but we call it a home
and the darkest thoughts
yeah, i guess they’re my own
there’s wealth in the bank
but there’s nothing to show inside.

Its cloudy now
its cloudy now
its cloudy now
its getting cloudy now

In a special place
that i call my life
the father was cruel and he lost his wife
but i don’t see either
cause i live across the street

Its a beautiful thing
when it starts to rain
a man who drinks just to drown the painand i can’t stop from dreaming
there’s something else

Its cloudy now
its cloudy now
its cloudy now
its getting cloudy now

We are a fucked up generation
it’s cloudy now
a fucked up generation
it’s cloudy now
we gotta get out of here
it’s cloudy now
a fucked up generation
it’s cloudy now

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