48 lyrics for "To happiness"

I can't give you anything but love, baby. That's the only thing I've plenty of,baby. Dream awhile, scheme awhile We're sure to find Happiness and I guess All those things you've always pined for. Gee I'd like to see you looking swell, baby. Diamond
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It's where I drank my first beer It's where I found Jesus Where I wrecked my first car, I tore it all to pieces I learned the path to heaven Is full of sinners and believers Learned that happiness on earth Ain't just for high achievers
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And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek Heaven, I'm in heaven As dancing cheek to cheek Dance with me I want my arms about you The charms about you Will carry me
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Stop that Train I'm a leaving... And it won't be too long Whether I'm right or wrong All my life I've been the lonely man Teachin people that don't overstand And even though I try my best I still don't find no happiness
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I don't want the life you live (I'm not) All the things they said around me (like you) I'm not like you I don't want to die in this (I'm not) I don't want no fucking kids (like you) I just want some happiness To live a normal life again (ah) Slip right
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Dream awhile, scheme awhile, you're sure to find Oh, I can't give you anything but love I can't give you anything but love, baby That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby Happiness and I guess, all those things you've always pined for Gee I'd like to
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Oh my my, spaces between the happiness and the hardness I saw red and yellow flowers outside over the moors And brightest sunrise ever to touched my eyes. And through it all, I stood and stumbled, waded through my thoughts and heart Yeah through it all,
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(Because I'm happy) Bring me down Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth Clap along if you know what happiness is to you Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do Can't nothing My
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And the wind cries Mary. After all the jacks are in their boxes, And the clowns have all gone to bed, You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, Footprints dress in red. And the wind whispers Mary. A broom is drearily sweeping Up the broken
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