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و دشوارتر از آن درک این حقیقت که تمام آن... توهمی بیش نبوده است
مدتهاست که زندگی نمیکنم
اما دیگر حتی ادای زندگی کردن را در آوردن هم برایم سخت شده
دیگر حتی کشتن این دقیقه ها هم غیر ممکن شده
کاش فقط بگذرد
دیگر خودم هم خودم را باور ندارم
کاش...
In a violent place we can call our country
There's a mixed up man
And I guess thats me
The sun's in the sky
But the storm never seems to end
It's a place of sorrow but we call it a home
And the darkest thoughts
Yeah, I guess they're my own
There's wealth in the bank
But there's nothing to show inside
It's cloudy now
It's getting cloudy now
In a special place
That I call my life
The father was cruel and he lost his wife
But I don't see either
'Cause I live across the street
It's a beautiful thing
When it starts to rain
And a man who drinks just to drown the pain
And I can't stop from dreaming
There's something else
It's cloudy now
It's getting cloudy now
Don't stare at me
I'm not an animal
Just a child of man - a strange thing to you - perhaps
With eyes and ears
Heart and emotions
And yet a mind that's clear and free
Perhaps I'm just a shade
Casting darkness on your plans
Perhaps I am a storm
Whose quiet rain slakes the thirst of many a seed for
growth
Make - Humans - like machines - and see
they march - mindlessly - in step and - all think
they're different and separate - free and - in charge of
their lives
Don't stare at me
Look deep into yourselves