Demomatrix

Be Happy


Under the trees there are shadows.
Inside these shadows the world becomes dreams.
I donít want to walk away.
I want to find and explore them.

But how could I do it
If my eyes canít see anything anymore?
But how could I take it
If my hands can feel no sense?

Chorus:
My eyes, my dreams, my fears
Are making me sad.
How could I find it?
The way that goes for it.
How could I find it?
The way that goes for it.

I have got some thousands
Of people and a few friends.
But I canít find happiness
Everybody seems to have.

You donít know sensibility.
You donít know why things are like that.
You donít know about yourself.
Donít you know anybody else?

Chorus

But if you want to hide yourself
Be happy.


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