In A Violent Place

We Can Call Our Country

Theres A Mixed Up Man

And I Guess Thats Me

The Sun's In The Sky

But The Storm No Seems To End.



Its A Place Of Sorrow

That We Call It A Home

In The Darkest Thoughts

Yeah, I Guess Thier My Own

There Is Welth In The Bank

But There Is Nothing Sure Inside.



Its Cloudy Now (x3)

Its Getting Cloudy Now



In A Speacial 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



Its A Beautiful Thing When It Starts To Rain

The Man Who Drinks

Just To Drown The Pain

And I Can't Stop From Dreaming

Of Something Else.



Its Cloudy Now (x3)

Its Getting Cloudy Now..

Its Cloudy Now (x3)

Its Getting Cloudy Now..



(shout)

We Are A Fucked Up Generation

Its Couldy Now

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