| Ilse DeLange | ||||||||||||||||||
| Happy Girl |
I used to live in a darkened room Had a face of stone and a heart of gloom Lost my hope, I was so far gone Cryin' all my tears With the curtains drawn Now everytime I start to feel like that I roll my heart out like a welcome mat, sing: Refrein: Oh, watch me go I'm a happy girl And I've come to know That the sweatest thing that you'll ever see In the whole wide world Is a happy girl I used to hide in a party crowd Bottled up inside Feeling so left out Standing in the corner wearing concrete shoes With my frozen smile And my lightened fuse Now everytime I start to feel like that I roll my heart out like a welcome mat, sing: (refrein) Laugh when I feel like it Cry when I feel like it That's just how my life is That's how it goes Now everytime I start to feel like that I roll my heart out like a welcome mat, sing: (refrein) (refrein) | |||||||||||||||||
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Well my daddy he stood at the foot of the stairs He was calling to me at the time And I knew even then, I could die for the thoughts That I kept in the back of my mind But I dared not to speak How I felt for my dad Cause there were no words to define The ball of confusion, of feelings and stuff That I kept in the back of my mind So I took to the highway And I kept to myself Just looking and hopin' to find Some solutions, some answers, someway to exist All this stuff in the back of my mind So I took me a job And I took me a man And I took me a bottle of wine And it did not take long, 'till all I hade left Was this junk in the back of my mind Drivin' like rain, or a runaway train Flyin' blind, shot from the dark in the back of my mind Well the end of the tunnel It never came up 'till I came to the end of the line And I saw that the light I'd been hoping to see Was just a spark in the back of my mind And the cold wind that blew Through the hole in my heart Made I fire for the very first time From some branches of trust And I kindling of faith And that spark in the back of my mind Drivin' like rain or a runaway train Flyin' blind, shot from the dark in the back of my mind Drivin' like rain, or a runaway train Flyin' blind, shot from the dark in the back of my mind | Back of my mind | |||||||||||||||||
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