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The boy's gone. The boy's gone home. |
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What will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded. |
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And will happen to the origins of sound after all the sounds have sounded |
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Well I hope I never have to see that day but by god I know it's headed our way |
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So I better be happy now that the boy's going home. The boy's gone home. |
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And what becomes of a day for those who rage against it |
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And who will sum op the phrase for all left standing around in it |
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Well I suppose we'll all make our judgment call |
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We'll walk it alone, stand up tall, then march to the fall |
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So we better be happy now that we'll all go home. |
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Be so happy with the way you are |
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Be so happy that you made it this far |
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Go on be happy now. Please be happy now |
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Because this is something else |
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this is something else |
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I tried to live my life and live it so well |
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But when it's all over is it heaven or is it hell |
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I better be happy now that no one can tell, nobody knows |
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I'm gonna be happy with the way that I am |
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I'm gonna be happy with all that I stand for |
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I'm gonna be happy now because the boy's going home. |
