Don’t you worry, we’ll be happy
We’ll move on from where we’ve been
and we’ll go on until the end so
don’t you worry, we’ll be happy
Some days
Roam outside, the sun has risen
Flowers bloom and birds will listen
Tell my father I have given
parts of me and gotten rid of
thorns in my side, learned not to hide
Some days
Some days I don’t think I’ll make it
and some days I just want to break
But others fall right into place
and feel like sunshine on my face
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