happiness hit her like a train on a track / coming towards her, stuck still, no turning back
she hid around corners and she hid under beds / she killed it with kisses and from it she fled
with every bubble she sank with her drink / and washed it away down the kitchen sink
and I never wanted anything from you / except everything you had
and what was left after that too
happiness hit her like a bullet in the back / struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that
leave all your love and your longing behind
you can't carry it with you if you want to survive
I bet my steering wheel wishes I sounded a little more like florence.
and what was left after that too
happiness hit her like a bullet in the back / struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that
leave all your love and your longing behind
you can't carry it with you if you want to survive
I bet my steering wheel wishes I sounded a little more like florence.
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