Thank fuck you reosted this ive missed this song 

Theres just something about this song, had a small heart attack when I didn't find it anymore

ALL CREDITS GO TO CLOUD MAC, HE TOOK THIS SONG DOWN AND I FOUND IT AGAIN SO I WANTED TO UPLOAD IT.

[Cloudy]
Listen to this raspy voice, yeah it’s the sound of cigarettes,
Can you hear my crappy choices by the pound, wrapped up with my regrets,
And can you hear my passed joys come out with what I express,
And are my words a vessel for all the things that I confess.

And what would you do, if I was deaf and mute,
And I had just a few, little dots to speak through.
Put them dots on the wall, if my message still was tall,
Would you answer to it’s call, would you read it till’ it falls.
No… no…I’m lucky to be in the position I am,
Lucky to carry out all of my plans,
Lucky to be able to understand you.
Lucky that English is spoke in Japan,
Lucky that I benefit from my land’s -
Past horrors, I don’t need to understand you

And every voice is different,
No such thing, as indifference,
The problem isn’t distance,
It’s just that no one will listen.
Because we all deserve the same,
Different pride, different plain,
Different lies, different names,
But we all, suffer pain. (yeah)

Listen to this raspy voice, yeah it’s the sound of cigarettes,
Can you hear my crappy choices by the pound, wrapped up with my regrets,
And can you hear my passed joys come out with what I express,
And are my words a vessel for all the things that I confess.
Listen to this raspy voice, yeah it’s the sound of cigarettes,
Can you hear my crappy choices by the pound, wrapped up with my regrets,
And can you hear my passed joys come out with what I express,
And are my words a vessel for all the things that I confess.

[Chris Wright]
Who will sing my love fast to sleep
Magazine rip my past to pieces
Ash it out, we ain’t passing weed
Trynna leave but I’m trapped in leases
Masterpiece is all I can settle for
Chain around my neck, pushing pedals more
Scared of silence so it’s always getting torn
Movie nights with a bag of kettle corn
Why is it my words that you listen to
Signals passing through simple tubes
Playin out into empty rooms
Cause on my side, I can’t hear bout all the things that are wrong
Yeah on my side, couldn’t ever find peace in one of my songs
Still on my side, you should not feel like we would ever get along
Cause on my side, all I care about’s what I leave when I’m gone

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