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Ode to Happiness

gloe

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Lyrics

Verse 1

I bought a pair of golden shoes to walk along the street

Trying to force a rhythm into unsteady feet

Hung a paper sunrise over the kitchen sink

Gave myself a reason, gave myself time to think

Smile for the picture, hold it till the flash goes black

Counting down the seconds till the feeling rushes back

Pre-Chorus

Pouring sugar on a bitter pill

Standing on the top of an empty hill

Telling everybody that I'm doing fine

Drinking up the sunlight like it's cheap boxed wine

Chorus

Sing me an ode to happiness, loud as you can

Build a little joy out of plastic and sand

If it's fake, don't tell me till the morning breaks

I'm tired of paying for my own mistakes

Sing it high, sing it clear, make the room bounce back

Paint a bright red line over all the black

Verse 2

Confetti on the carpet, party's over now

Figuring out the punchline, figuring out how

To keep the light burning when the batteries drain

Dancing through the middle of a warm summer rain

They say that joy is simple if you let it in

So I'm standing at the doorway waiting to begin

Pre-Chorus

Pouring sugar on a bitter pill

Standing on the top of an empty hill

Telling everybody that I'm doing fine

Drinking up the sunlight like it's cheap boxed wine

Chorus

Sing me an ode to happiness, loud as you can

Build a little joy out of plastic and sand

If it's fake, don't tell me till the morning breaks

I'm tired of paying for my own mistakes

Sing it high, sing it clear, make the room bounce back

Paint a bright red line over all the black

Bridge

Maybe it doesn't have to last forever to count

Maybe every second adds up to the full amount

I don't need a guarantee, I don't need a sign

Just let me have this moment while the light is mine!

Yeah, while the light is mine!

Chorus

Sing me an ode to happiness, loud as you can

Build a little joy out of plastic and sand

If it's fake, don't tell me till the morning breaks

I'm tired of paying for my own mistakes

Sing it high, sing it clear, make the room bounce back

Paint a bright red line over all the black

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