Grey Cloudy Lies

And I thought to close my mouth
 With a padlock on the night
Leave the battlefield behind
Stay out the fight Not lose my sight  
Now I only want to be
With no pistol at my brain
But at times it gets so lonely
Could go insane Could lose my aim 
Now I only want to live
With no teardrops in my eyes
But at times it feels like no chance
No clear blue skies Grey cloudy lies  

No clear blue skies Grey cloudy lies


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