| I’ve been long, a long way from here
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| Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes
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| And drank 'til I was thirsty again
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| We went searching through thrift store jungles
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| Found Geronimo’s rifle, Marilyn’s shampoo
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| And Benny Goodman’s corset and pen
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| Well, okay, I made this up
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| I promised you I’d never give up
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| If it makes you happy
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| It can’t be that bad
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| If it makes you happy
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| Then why the hell are you so sad?
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| You get down, real low down
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| You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
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| Well, who hasn’t been there before?
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| I come 'round, around the hard way
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| Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
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| And serve you French toast again
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| Well, okay, I still get stoned
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| I’m not the kind of girl you’d take home
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| If it makes you happy
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| It can’t be that bad
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| If it makes you happy
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| Then why the hell are you so sad?
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| If it makes you happy
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| It can’t be that bad
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| If it makes you happy
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| Then why the hell are you so sad?
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| We’ve been far, far away from here
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| Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes
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| And everywhere in between
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| Well, okay, we get along
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| So what if right now everything’s wrong?
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| If it makes you happy
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| It can’t be that bad
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| If it makes you happy
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| Then why the hell are you so sad?
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| If it makes you happy
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| It can’t be that bad
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| If it makes you happy
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| Then why the hell are you so sad? |