| I think I was about five or six when I chose my own Happyland;
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| Certain of what it would be… Which way to take? |
| I had no idea!
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| So I looked for the map that could lead me there and I found it nowhere
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| Cuz the only brain that could trace it down was
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| Mine
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| The journey to my Happyland
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| I found the way to… Home
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| I went across the Channel, the Baltic Sea
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| Through grey or green, on mountains, in valleys
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| Guided by my passion, my energy
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| And this will to see more and see and see!
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| Eager to discover, hear and speak, and share, and build
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| And build and build!
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| With each new taste of dream a bit of my own
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| World
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| The mist is fading away
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| Can see what will be taken away
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| From me
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| The journey to my Happyland
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| I found the way to… Home
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| And the hardest the wind blew
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| The closest it took me from the land
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| And the hardest the wind blew
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| The furthest it took me from you (x2)
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| The mist has faded away
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| Can see what has been taken away
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| From me
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| The journey to my Happyland
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| I found the way to… Home |