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Black cloud followin' me around, little storm in my head...
You believe everything you read...
When I was young and didn't know no better...
If the end of the world is nigh...
When you tire with miles to go...
Been doin' fine keepin' my distance holdin' my own ...
Every time grey clouds begin to gather...
Sun slippin' down low, breeze is turnin' cold...
Tail lights down the driveway disappear into the black...
It was the time of day you strain to hear a single sound...