| The sun shines hella bright
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| I should be stoked on my life
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| Don’t know what is wrong
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| But the feeling’s gone
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| Go out every night
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| Having the time of my life
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| But something’s wrong
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| I can’t write a happy song
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| Pressure
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| So much weight on my back these days
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| That my neck hurts
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| How to look, how to act, how to dress
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| Like a lecture
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| It’s hard to express how I feel when I’m censored
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| But you gotta sell records
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| The sun shines hella bright
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| I should be stoked on my life
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| Don’t know what is wrong
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| But the feeling’s gone
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| Go out every night
|
| Having the time of my life
|
| But something’s wrong
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| I can’t write a happy song
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| I can’t write a happy song
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| I can’t write a happy
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| I hate it
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| See the smile on my face that I make, but it’s painted
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| It’s a perfectly perfect day but I waste it
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| Because everyone tells me that you gotta fake it
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| If you wanna make it
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| The sun shines hella bright
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| I should be stoked on my life
|
| Don’t know what is wrong
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| But the feeling’s gone
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| Go out every night
|
| Having the time of my life
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| But something’s wrong
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| I can’t write a happy song
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| If I could get out of my head
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| I would never feel this way
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| But for some reason I can’t
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| And it’s never gonna change
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| If I could get out of my head
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| I would never feel this way
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| But for some reason I can’t
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| Do you ever feel the same?
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| Fuck
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| I can’t write a happy song
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| I can’t write a happy
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| The sun shines hella bright
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| I should be stoked on my life
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| But something’s wrong
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| I guess it’s just my happy song |