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Happy Song


They said darling let’s sing a happy song
They said
Come on, won’t you sing along?
I said
Why would I sing a happy song?
When everything is going wrong?

They said come on let’s write a symphony
I said
How strange it seems to me
That we
would dance
to this melody
sowed and throws in anarchy

Hear the birds, hear the reeds
dripping honey and melody
They are
Not what they seem to me
They are
Not what they seem to be

Though flicking buttons in the dark
Go pearlescent when they start to spark
you’re determined
To leave your mark
caring not what
becomes of you

Judgement burns through and fair
kind disposition and poison air
It was your hands
That drove us there
Understand
Bruise and care

Come on let’s sing a happy song
They can’t save us
From where we belong
They can’t save you
You’ve been gone to long
Singing a happy song

and behind you, is your battle field
save me, guide me, be my shield
Refuse to yield
In the light of what we’ve done

In the echo
                                                 of sound
We are people
Lost and found
and we stand
On this holy ground
to deny what we’ve done

Come on let’s sing a happy song
     Lets sing a happy song
               won’t you sing a long?
                     I sing along
bodies pierced by the prongs
This is what you have earned

This is what you have earned
                    This is what you have earned
   This is what
                    This what we have learned
What we have learned 
This is where we have burned
This is what we deserve

Come on let’s sing a happy song
To the freedom that lies beyond
And the gates,
they govern right and wrong
they care not what becomes of you

Come on let’s sing a happy song
Come on won’t you sing along
Wither whethers weak or strong
Singing this happy
                  This happy song

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