Day nineteen : Cloudy Now

In a violent place, we can call our country
There’s 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 cloudy now
It’s cloudy now
It’s gettin’ cloudy now

–Blackfield – Cloudy Now
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