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Every time I try to write a song, |
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it always seems to start where we left off. |
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Tonight I'd rather stand up straight, |
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look it in the eye and won't you |
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tell me what's so bad about happy. |
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I don't want to have another friend. |
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And I don't want to wonder how your life has been. |
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I just want to set things straight, apologize to you. Somebody tell me what's so bad about happy? |
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Tell me, where's it go |
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when the wind don't know |
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where it oughta blow. |
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Tell me, what's in store |
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for the mind and the body |
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(want more more more) |
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Tell me, where's it go |
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when the wind don't know |
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where it oughta blow. |
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Tell me, what's in store |
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for the mind and the body |
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(want more more more) |
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Everytime I try to write a song, |
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I can't seem to get a word in twice. |
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Tonight I'd rather think of you |
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and try to close my eyes |
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and I'll just wonder |
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what's so bad about happy? |
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Somebody, tell me.. what's so bad about happy? |
