یه بطری زهرماری تنها چیزیه که همین الان بهش نیاز دارم.
Blackfield: Cloudy now
In a violent place we can call our country
Is a mixed up man and I guess that's 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
It's cloudy now
It's 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 cos 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
We are a fucked up generation
It's cloudy now
We gotta get out of here
It's cloudy now
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