| Hey there sister Christian
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| Can you see the mountains in the distance?
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| And how all their chests puff out
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| As if to show they’re sure. |
| They’re proud
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| If confidence is in the chest I’d never take a single breath
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| I keep my secrets up my sleeve
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| And cut my arms off just to sleep
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| I lost my mind there, typical
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| And now it’s happening all the time
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| So typical, typical
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| So wake me up and keep me strong
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| Put my bones where they belong
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| Oh, happy days are here again
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| But I’ve spent them all in bed
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| Interrobang
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| I am on a mission
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| To lose this sorry disposition
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| And I know there’s truth in lies
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| But I’m so tired of nursing mine
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| I’ve always had more pride than sense
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| A little expletiving prince
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| The winter of my discontent begins
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| Oh, how I’ve longed for this
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| I lost my mind there, typical
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| And now it’s happening all the time
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| So typical, typical
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| So wake me up and keep me strong
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| Put my bones where they belong
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| Oh, happy days are here again
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| But I’ve spent them all in bed
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| Interrobang
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| I lost my mind there, typical
|
| And now it’s happening all the time
|
| So typical, typical
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| So wake me up and keep me strong
|
| Put my bones where they belong
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| Oh, happy days are here again
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| But I’ve spent them all in bed
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| Interrobang |