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Golden Cloud Boy
my life in bello monte wasn't easy
I was no golden cloud boy
showering confetti on everybody
the streets were old and cracked
cigarette butts and trash everywhere
still we played baseball and soccer
as if our lives depended on it
nintendo afternoons and coca-cola
kicks to the shins and spit on my face
it was a big merry-go-round
of magic and misery
the 90's were a cake
laced with strychnine
still, I miss it all
maybe I was happy
and never knew it
maybe after all
I was a golden cloud boy
I was no golden cloud boy
showering confetti on everybody
the streets were old and cracked
cigarette butts and trash everywhere
still we played baseball and soccer
as if our lives depended on it
nintendo afternoons and coca-cola
kicks to the shins and spit on my face
it was a big merry-go-round
of magic and misery
the 90's were a cake
laced with strychnine
still, I miss it all
maybe I was happy
and never knew it
maybe after all
I was a golden cloud boy
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