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Lyricist: Voltaire
Lyrics:
A Buddhist on the subway tells me that What you want is rarely, if ever, what you need And, of course, I argued the point like a completely, self-righteous, idiot
I was looking for perfection And it found me right between the eyes All this time we've spent in bliss You know, like all things, it has to fade away The devil says beware 'Cause when you ask, you might get what you want The devil, he may care When you ask, you might get what you want So now I spend most of my time waiting for things to happen Letting the wind take me where it will Only when it's done do you lose the veil You get so blind, you never see the light coming down the tracks It keeps me hanging from a thread Devil drives the train, Devil pass me by This is the happy song I wrote for you You know, this is the happy song I never wrote for you And after all this time And after all the lies Never dreamed you would seem to me Little more than an ugly waste of time After all these precious opportunities That I had to set things right Dissolve like regrets in heaven, they do And she said
???????????? ???????????? This is the happy song I wrote for you This is the happy song I never wrote for you After all this time And after all the lies Never dreamed you would seem to me Little more than an ugly waste of time After all these precious opportunities That I had to set things right Dissolve like regrets in heaven Zen, Buddhist, Heaven
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