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Ian Pratt
Something Happy Never Found
Riding off in the sunset,
no one telling me too stay.
Who knows when I will stop
or where I will go.
See the yellow sunset,
calling my name.
Telling me which roads to take
and where to go.
Follow me,
you can come if you want too.
We will live like rebels
who's gonna try and stop us
if no ones around?
Going to a happy place,
where everyone understands.
How we want to be and what we left behind.
Leave all your bags here,
We can get new stuff on the road.
When we make it to our new lives
everything will be much better.
Watch eachother grow into one another.
I'm steering clear of the darkness,
too find a new source of light.
Some place where the flowers grow,
and i can stop the fighting.
No more late night screams,
or forgetting to call on the phone,
I trust you and you trust me.
Thats all that matters.
Now we found our happy place,
but nothing really changed.
I think i have to leave,
or else it will be the same as it was.
Going to a happy place,
where everyone understands.
How I want to be and what I left behind.
Gonna, leave all my bags here,
I'll get stuff on the road.
When I make it to my new live
everything will be much better.
I will become a new man.
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