In a violent place
We can call our country
There's a mixed up man
And I guess thats me.
The sun's in the sky
But the storm no seems to end.
It's a place of sorrow
That we call it a home.
In the darkest thoughts
Yeah, I guess their my own
There is welth in the bank
But there is nothing sure inside.
It's cloudy now (x3)
It's getting cloudy now
In a special place
That I call my life
My father is cruel and he lost his wife
But I don't see either
Cause I live a cross the street
It's a beautiful thing when it starts to rain
The man who drinks
Wants to drown with pain
And I can't stop from dreaming
Of something else.
It's cloudy now (x3)
It's getting cloudy now..
WE ARE A F*CKED UP GENERATION!!!!!!
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