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It's a place of sorrow but we call it a home and the darkest thoughts, I guess they're my own.
There's wealth in the bank but there's nothing to show inside, 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. It's getting cloudy now.

«We are a fucked up generation.»

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