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Once I was happy in happy extremes
These bitter tokens are worthless to me

So you appear and say how I've grown
And fill me up with faces I've known
In this light they're far from divine
I'll save them up and spend them when I have time

The salted taste
Of all your tears and woes
Sent me in haste
My melancholy rose
Those tasteless lips were closed
You watched me come, you'll see me go

Once I was happy in happy extremes
Packing my bags for the path of the free
From pillar to post I am driven it seems
These bitter tokens are worthless to me

Just like June the curtains are closed
The ghost of shame he sits here and sighs
I'll love the flames like I've loved the cold
I'll learn to love the life of the could I, could I, could I

So I don't cross
My fingers any more
You looked for rags
And found them at your door
How could you ask for more
Than everything you've heard before?

Once I was happy in happy extremes
Packing my bags for the path of the free
From pillar to post I am driven it seems
These bitter tokens are worthless to me
Once I was happy in happy extremes   These bitter tokens are worthless to me      So you appear and say how I've grown   And fill me up with faces I've known   In this light they're far from divine   I'll save them up and spend them when I have time      The salted taste   Of all your tears and woes   Sent me in haste   My melancholy rose   Those tasteless lips were closed   You watched me come, you'll see me go      Once I was happy in happy extremes   Packing my bags for the path of the free   From pillar to post I am driven it seems   These bitter tokens are worthless to me      Just like June the curtains are closed   The ghost of shame he sits here and sighs   I'll love the flames like I've loved the cold   I'll learn to love the life of the could I, could I, could I      So I don't cross   My fingers any more   You looked for rags   And found them at your door   How could you ask for more   Than everything you've heard before?      Once I was happy in happy extremes   Packing my bags for the path of the free   From pillar to post I am driven it seems   These bitter tokens are worthless to me
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