| Somewhere I lost the illusion
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| We were headed out west
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| We could find a redemption
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| Just by doing our best
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| Forty years in the rearview
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| Five years with the kid
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| Done a lot of bad things
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| I haven’t seen it like this
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| And there’s a boy in the backseat asking
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| When is this gon' quit?
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| Why did God make sin
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| And why does hate exist?
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| I know we can be better
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| Gotta find some way to get better
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| There’s a cloud hanging over our kids
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| And it’s man-made, man-made weather
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| I know we can be better
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| Gotta find some way to get better
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| There’s a cloud hanging over our kids
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| And it’s man-made, man-made weather
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| We were playing in the driveway
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| Everything felt right
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| But it was but it was momentary laughter
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| Yeah, the temporary kind
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| We’re getting used to the cycle
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| We’re getting used to the crimes
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| It’s not a foregone conclusion
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| That we are gonna be fine
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| I know we can be better
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| Gotta find some way to get better
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| There’s a cloud hanging over our kids
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| And it’s man-made, man-made weather
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| I know we can be better
|
| Gotta find some way to get better
|
| There’s a cloud hanging over our kids
|
| And it’s man-made, man-made weather
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| I know we can be better
|
| Gotta find some way to get better
|
| There’s a cloud hanging over our kids
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| And it’s man-made, man-made weather
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| I know we can be better
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| Gotta find some way to get better
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| There’s a cloud hanging over our kids
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| And it’s man-made, man-made weather
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| Yeah, it’s man-made weather |