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Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill |
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And speaks to no one |
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Joy is the money that he buries in the yard |
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And forgets where it is |
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He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging |
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Finding nothing |
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But at least they had their little daydream |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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Incredible bittersweet, I know you well |
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We're victims of a dual complicity |
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Villains and heroes, battlescarred and beaming |
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Taking chances, bought and sold, still scheming |
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Pretty over the loin with such a bad disposition |
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Auctioned off to an eager stranger innocent of the danger |
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Incredible bittersweet, I know you well |
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And I've made your apologies, made your apologies |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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Incredible bittersweet, I could paint you a picture |
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In black and white, black on white, white on black |
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But I take it all back, I think I'd just paint it gray |
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Incredible bittersweet, I know you'd love it anyway |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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A little tale |
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Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill |
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And speaks to no one |
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Joy is the money that he buries in the yard |
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And forgets where it is |
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He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging |
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Finding nothing |
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But at least they had their little daydream |
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Incredible bittersweet, and I know you well |
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We're grifters of a grim duality, goodness in an evil |
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Shuffling shards and dealing |
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All the dances, never sure who's leading |
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A flipping up of the coin-with such a sick sense of humor |
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Bluffing illusion of choice in choosing, betting it all and losing |
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Incredible bittersweet, we've gone to hell |
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And I make no apologies, make no apologies |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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Incredible bittersweet, yeah |
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Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill |
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And speaks to no one |
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Joy is the money that he buries in the yard |
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And forgets where it is |
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He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging |
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Finding nothing |
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But at least they had their little daydream |
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Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill |
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And speaks to no one |
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Joy is the money that he buries in the yard |
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And forgets where it is |
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He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging |
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Finding nothing |
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But at least they had their little daydream |
