Beth Hart - Happiness... Any Day Now

Happiness is leaning on my shoulder like a cigarette
Burning me all over it’s killing me
While I’m slipping thro the cracks of all it’s misery
Sunday morning stories of you
Are always all about you

Happiness is crying in the kitchen drinking like a friend
All my ugly wishes it is listening
When I’m choking on my pride and all the songs, I scream
Sunday morning stories of you
Are always all about you Happiness is laughing at me like a clown
Watching my nirvana crashing to the ground
In the middle of a perfect nervous breakdown
Happiness any day now

Loneliness is hiding with the lonely faking
Gratefulness while polishing his trophy
She was beautiful but beautiful don’t matter after
Wonderful Sunday morning stories like these
Are always all about

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Running always running always falling
On my falling on my face, on my face

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