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Mr. Wise Man
I asked a wise man, where does happiness come from
He replied, it’s an allusion we create so our souls won’t be alone
But l always seem to walk to the beat of a different drum
I can’t tell my heart from a stone
I thought I found happiness in your eyes
But guess time and fate proved me wrong
I’ll search for your happiness in each sunrise
And paint a picture of happiness on my own
When sound of the river rushes through my soul
I always hear the whip-poor-will’s song in the air
I feel the happiness you gave me to hold
I see the way the sunbeams danced off your hair
I thought I found happiness in your eyes
But guess time and fate proved me wrong
I will search for your happiness in each sunrise
And paint a picture of happiness on my own
(Instrumental)
It’s hard to tell, but the years seem to go by so fast
You find yourself not knowing where the memories belong
The sand just keeps flowing, but through broken glass
Mr. Wise Man can you tell me where I went wrong?
Oh so wrong
I will search for your happiness in each sunrise
And paint a picture of happiness on my own
I thought I found happiness in your eyes
But guess time and fate proved me wrong
I will search for your happiness in each sunrise
And paint a picture of happiness on my own
He replied, it’s an allusion we create so our souls won’t be alone
But l always seem to walk to the beat of a different drum
I can’t tell my heart from a stone
I thought I found happiness in your eyes
But guess time and fate proved me wrong
I’ll search for your happiness in each sunrise
And paint a picture of happiness on my own
When sound of the river rushes through my soul
I always hear the whip-poor-will’s song in the air
I feel the happiness you gave me to hold
I see the way the sunbeams danced off your hair
I thought I found happiness in your eyes
But guess time and fate proved me wrong
I will search for your happiness in each sunrise
And paint a picture of happiness on my own
(Instrumental)
It’s hard to tell, but the years seem to go by so fast
You find yourself not knowing where the memories belong
The sand just keeps flowing, but through broken glass
Mr. Wise Man can you tell me where I went wrong?
Oh so wrong
I will search for your happiness in each sunrise
And paint a picture of happiness on my own
I thought I found happiness in your eyes
But guess time and fate proved me wrong
I will search for your happiness in each sunrise
And paint a picture of happiness on my own
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