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Glass Full Of Happiness
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The Ones I Call Poetry He betrayed her when she was five,
All too soon to lose a life,
Now she livin' dreamy, livin' fast,
And she can't put down the glass,
She has no time for boring prospects,
With sweet gestures and needless deeds,
No time for playing it safe, forget it,
And she has even less time for me,
What she wants are cheap thrills,
Live dreamy and live it fast,
And I still can't put her down,
Like she can't put down that glass.
