| The Only Happy Boy in Copenhagen |
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| When I was young I knew a boy who could run a million miles |
| without knowing where he’d been. |
| But this boy he caught a flu and his lips would turn to glue |
| as all the fields went green |
| There’s no point in being mean |
| There’s no point… |
| 'Cause I’m happy now |
| I’m happy now |
| From the thrill of my poise I’d seek it out |
| That’s gotta be something good |
| When I was young I dreamt of woods, |
| of robbing trains and wearing hoods |
| Just knowing that I could |
| That’s gotta be something good. |
