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happy
pour me some happiness
my soul is cold
hurt has shut me out
my tender feelings are alien to me
I seek asylum in the numb
my pain creeps up on me
just when I think it's gone
it comes back swinging
sucker punching me
I go down,
down another a shot
and get up again
drinking my anguish
one, two, three shots
and you're gone
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