I'm perfectly happy with life
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My lips 'mind me these real words
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But they feel like they are wide and ajar
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I'm a doll stuffed with life, just sitting upon a shelf here
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Hailing a taxi, get me out of this freak show
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Oh, it's just over the rainbow
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Cos I'm just trying to get home
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Oh, everything's crowded in my face
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Even when I sit here alone
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Perfectly happy with life
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My lips cry happy words
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And it feels like they're blue tacked in the soul
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Like someone's blowin' dust, coverin' up the rust
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Keeping me dazed as the lines take their toll
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Oh, for just over the rainbow
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Cos I'm just trying to get home
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Oh, everything's crowded in my face
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Even when I sit here alone
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Oh my love
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For all these mad illusions
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oh my love
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For being sane but with mad intentions
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Perfectly happy with life
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I just fall over words
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Like I'm bare feet in a pair of high heels
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All I really want, for my tired feet is to walk
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Or to fly me to somewhere that is real
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Oh, for just over the rainbow
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Cos I'm just trying to get home
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Oh, everything's crowded in my face
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Even when I sit here alone
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Oh, for just over the rainbow
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Cos I've been trying to get home
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Oh, everything's crowded in my face
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Even when I sit here alone
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Perfectly Happy
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| Alisha's Attic |
