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Every time I try to write a song
It always seems to start where we left off
Tonight Iâd rather stand up straight
Look it in the eye and wonât you
Tell me whatâs so bad about happy
I donât want to have another friend
I donât want to wonder how your life has been
I just want to set things straight
Apologize to you and somebody
Tell me whatâs so bad about happy
Tell me, whereâs it go
When the wind donât know where it ought to go?
Tell me, whatâs in store
For the mind and the body wanting more, more, more?
Every time I try to write a song
I canât seem to get a word in edgewise
Tonight Iâd rather think of you
Try to close my eyes and wonât you
Tell me whatâs so bad about happy
Somebody tell me whatâs so bad about happy
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