| Happiness is leaning on my shoulder
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| Like a cigarette burning me all over it is killing me
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| I’m slipping through the cracks of my sweet misery
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| Sunday morning stories of you
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| Is always all about you
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| Happiness is crying in the kitchen drinking
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| Like a friend and all my ugly wishes it is listening
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| While I’m choking on my pride and all the songs I scream
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| Sunday morning stories of you
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| Is always all about
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| Happiness is laughing at me like a clown
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| Watching my nirvana crashing to the ground
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| In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown
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| Happiness any day now… any day now
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| Loneliness is hiding with the lonely faking
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| Gratefulness while polishing his trophy
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| She was beautiful but beautiful don’t matter after wonderful
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| Sunday morning stories like these
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| Are always about
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| Happiness is laughing at me like a clown
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| Watching my nirvana crashing to the ground
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| In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown
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| Happiness any day now… any day now… any day now
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| Running always running always falling on my
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| Falling on my face, on my face
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| Happiness is laughing at me like a clown
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| Watching my nirvana crashing to the ground
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| In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown
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| Happiness any day now… any day now
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| Any day, any day now
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| Happiness any day now
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| Happiness is any day now
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| Happiness any day now |