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Black cloud followin' me around, little storm in my headGood days I levitate off the ground, some days I can't get outta bed...
You believe everything you readAnd I got stories to tell...
When I was young and didn't know no betterI let you pull me in...
If the end of the world is nighIf every well is just about to run dry...
When you tire with miles to goKeep on proud walk tall...
Been doin' fine keepin' my distance holdin' my own But if we got anything in common it's that we can't leave well enough alone...
Every time grey clouds begin to gatherAnd I hear far off thunder rumble low...
Sun slippin' down low, breeze is turnin' coldClutch my collar tight to my neck...
Tail lights down the driveway disappear into the blackIf I didn't up and die of a broken heart the weight would break my back...
It was the time of day you strain to hear a single soundAnd a body does not leave a trace of shadow on the ground...