(A.C. Jobim, G. Lees, V. De Moraes)
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[Recorded Febrary 13, 1969, Hollywod]
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What should I call this happy madness that I feel inside of me
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Sometime of wild October gladness that I never thought I'd see
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What has become of all my sadness all my endless lonely sighs
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Where are my sorrows now
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What happened to the frown and is that self contented clown
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Standing grinning in the mirror really me
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I'd like to run through Central Park carve your initials in the bark
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Of every tree I pass for every one to see
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I feel that I've gone back to childhood and I'm skipping through the wildwood
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So excited that I don't know what to do
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What do I care if I'm a juvenile I smile my secret little smile
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Because I know the change in me is you
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What should I call this happy madness all this unexpected joy
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That turned the world into a baby's bouncing toy
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The god's are laughing far above one of them gave a little shove
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And I fell gaily gladly madly into love
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This Happy Madness (Estrada Branca)
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Frank Sinatra |