Where Can I Buy Happiness?
Chorus:
Where?
Where can I buy happiness?
Does anybody know?
Where can I buy happiness?
Verse 1:
I was raised in the dessert by an unknown tribe
Had no exposure to the world outside
'Til I was captured, I was taken to this place
Where the faces are many and they race just like shooting stars!
I miss my home and I know that it's gone
But I don't know how to carry on
In this world where I don't come from
I guess I'll just do the same
Well I got a little money, now I hope I got change!
Chorus:
Where?
Where can I buy happiness?
Does anybody know?
Where can I buy happiness?
Where?
Where can I buy happiness?
Can anybody show me?
Where can I buy happiness?
Verse 2:
Deep in the city where the lights are like a bad dream
There's people selling trees and snow in every window
I heard a story of a man called Christ
And to celebrate his birthday everybody pays a high price
They must keep happiness behind closed doors
Cos I can't seem to find no happiness store
Is to raise a smile against the law?
Cos they all look just how I feel
And if they got a little joy then
I'm happy to make a deal
I'll beg and I'll borrow but
I'm not gonna steal!
Chorus
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