it’s a place of sorrow…

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 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

It’s a beautiful thing
when it starts to rain
A man who drinks just to drown the pain
and i can’t stop from dreaming
there’s something else.

Its cloudy now
its getting cloudy now..

We are a f*cked up generation
it’s cloudy now
A f*cked up generation
it’s cloudy now
We gotta get out of here
it’s cloudy now
A f*cked up generation
it’s cloudy now …

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