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A stagnant thrill, a constant monotone
I'm waging wars to stir up a pulse
I listen to the radio for a neon soul
I squint my eyes and my spine goes cold
It's too soon to write my dream
It's far too soon to run on empty
A kiss for luck before you turn to speak
A kiss for love and to new beginnings
I lied awake until dawn
I counted the flowers I saw
I feel too strange to sleep
I think I know what's wrong
I think I'm happy
I think I'm happy
Whoever said giving in is giving up
Must not be familiar, must be tough to love
Though I'm sure we've all thrown some stones
Sure is nice, sure is nice to know
I lied awake until dawn
I counted the flowers I saw
I feel too strange to sleep
I think I know what's wrong
I think I'm happy
I think I'm happy
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