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This stormy cloud is humming in my head It's way too loud, I can't hear a word you said I'm not too proud to tell you like it is This stormy cloud is coming... back again So take me back three hundred years Well before the droids have stolen our hearts away I'd fit in with the pioneers Working with the wood and stone A craft to call my own Somewhere I'm unknown This hazy light is messing with my brain It's way too bright and I'm blinded by the strain It don't seem right to just fuck away the pain This hazy light it's coming... back again So let's go back three hundred years Well before the droids have stolen our hearts away We'd fit in with the pioneers Working with the wood and stone A craft to call our own Somewhere we're unknown I could stay here for a while With my imaginary friends Living out our fantasy Somewhere serene Super supreme Unknown