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Happyman smiles almost every single day,
Too numb to notice that he's walking in a haze,
He's pushed himself here and doesn't know what to do.
Choked by the clock and he doesn't know what to do.I say, you say, you say it's work yeah it's work all day.
Happyman is mad at the world(green grasses, picket fences, liquid lunches lost his senses)
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