happy faces
maccabees, the
these are tears of joy not woe
'cause woe-betide i open wide and let inside the flow
they are heartfelt and coarse
can you not tell from the pain
so run boy run boy run boy run
so run boy run boy run boy run
the times of unhealthy regret
it's the last cigarette and all the lonely days ahead
these the times of you wish you would
when all the bridges have been burned
so run boy run boy run boy run
so run boy run boy run boy run
so run boy run boy run boy run boy run boy run boy run boy run
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