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Mike Doughty Sad Man Happy Man

away from life and pass the can Cash on demand Oh, nectarine Let?s burn and build and burn without a plan Let?s ditch the van Happiness is coming for you Happiness

She got on the train out in cold cos cob the air turned to music just as she walked on she was super smart and she was sensible heirloom pearls on clavicles

Down and without grace Well, I searched you out in every face On the crowded crooked blue streets I don't know how you put the ache in me And I confess

not shy, I'm a player, shunner Ronald Reagan and a space ray gunner Raise the super eminence Fell asleep in a video conference Fat man, shit outta luck

Time tells butterfat lies Sweet lousy cupcakes of lies I'll comply and I shall play along I was born in the year of the dog And the blue black tattoo

He was smiling through his own personal hell Dropped his last dime down a wishing well But he was hoping too close And then he fell Now he?s Casper the