| Black clouds, rally around
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| My head like it’s the eye of the storm
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| Relentlessly cascading through
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| My better judgment and my thoughts
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| How I long to free my mind, find clearer skies ahead
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| Cos if every cloud has a silver lining then by now I should be dead
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| Hey, hey, «You better give up the ghost before it’s too late»
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| But it’s much easier to wallow in modest misery
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| Hey, hey, «where's your self worth?»
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| About 40,000 fathoms deep buried in dirt
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| I’ve been coming apart at the seams
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| Losing track of everything that matters to me
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| Never did I think I’d become so hollow
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| I’m not ok and that’s a bitter pill to swallow
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| It’s overcast, guess I’m back here again
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| Coz the black clouds overhead just never seem to end
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| But have peace of mind, in time I’ll be fine with or without you…
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| When did it become okay to not speak your mind?
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| «Keep your eyes on the prize kid, bottle it up deep inside»
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| Cos nobody hears, and nobody’s here
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| To help you deal with the fallout
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| These things have got to change…
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| No more, suffering in silence
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| Call me a sceptic coz I just don’t feel like you
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| Where’s the compassion and the kindness?
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| Nobody’s listening… I’ve reached my breaking point
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| I’ve got this feeling like there’s somebody watching me
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| Setting me up, just to push me back down
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| But they will all be sorry when we come back around
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| When we come back around
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| So I ask myself, where did it all go wrong
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| I converse with myself like I’m somebody else
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| It’s been my problem all along
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| Oh, take me back to the days when, I felt I could live and learn
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| Just what it means to be happy and what it’s like to not hurt
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| Oh, take me back to the days when, I felt I could live and learn
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| Just what it means to be happy…
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| I’ve been coming apart at the seams
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| Losing track of everything that matters to me
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| Never did I think I’d become so hollow
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| I’m not ok and that’s a bitter pill to swallow
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| Its overcast, watch me fade to grey
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| Coz the black clouds over head are here to rain on my parade
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| But have peace of mind, in time I’ll be fine, with or without you…
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| So things have gotta change
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| Things have got to change |