The Black Cloud
when things are looking rosy
and you feel like youre a king
every one is smiling
but one tiny little thing
descends around your person
and alarm bells start to ring
your friends dont want to know you
you feel like youre alone
your house is round the corner
but a million miles from home
the quick way out is looking good
you wont be missed for long
the priest will say how good you were
as they play your final song
it could have been so different
i could have made you proud
i could have been a different man
if it wasnt for that cloud
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