| if the sun shines today
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| i think i’ll stay here anyway
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| and if the world makes demands of me then i’ll wait and see
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| it’s at times like these
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| i do what i please (do what i please)
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| and i’m pleased to say
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| it’s like i’ve always wanted to feel this way
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| blissed, blissed
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| when i’m going somewhere, going nowhere
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| blissed, blissed
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| when i’m going nowhere, going somewhere
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| no-one ever else could feel like this
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| i couldn’t settle for less than this
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| let the feel the air wash over me let the ground sink beneath my feet
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| and i expect so much more from today
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| than just a time between tomorrow and yesterday
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| blissed, blissed
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| when i’m going nowhere, going somewhere
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| blissed, blissed
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| when i’m going somewhere, going nowhere
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| there’ll be a time when all my dreams come to and end
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| when i’ll run out of postcards for you all to send
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| but i’ll keep with me all the things i feel and see
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| blissed, blissed
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| when i’m going somewhere, going nowhere
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| blissed, blissed
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| when i’m going nowhere, going somewhere
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| Picked this up at the Jesus Jones Home Page and thought I’d send it up.
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| M. DeWall |