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i was alive
sort of, when god opened her eyes
i helped her fly
and made her joyful
cause before her, i could die
and if i die today
im happy
even if i lose my mind
i'll never tell you
never ask me
what matters is how it gets defined
and matter breaks before my eyes
some things i cannot understand
i meant to make you happy
even though this isn't what i planned
for god sake, plastic jesus
sell me hope, and bread, and wine
so i can lay it down before her
to really make her smile this time
im only free enough to wiggle toes
as salty waters lap my feet
my head is getting fuller
but my heart will never be complete

who's to say
that my way is even away
whos to blame
when the city breaks down again today
what does it take
to be finally happy enough to say
today was a mighty good day

The tears i should be crying
would weigh down my sister, angel
and its strange to be a stranger
to the family I came to
i'm in danger all the time
and about to lose my mind
but if i'd just fall into line
they tell me everything would be fine
im sick like this
pissed and anarchist
fuck this poor me shit
see, all my LIFE thats what they did
it feels like rape
i take what i get and make it great
but the fact of the matter is
to some thats not okay
and i break inside
fly high while im alive
can't be too wasted to drive
i wanna live through the ride
until i get to the city
but homesick and i feel shitty
cause it hurts when theres no pity
just more hate and threats
im only nuts, im kidding

who's to say
that my way is even away
whos to blame
when the city breaks down again today
what does it take
to be finally happy enough to say
today was a mighty good day

what does it take?
it takes a couple sacks of trash
sometimes i laugh at sidewalkers
frowning at me
hailing a cab
and forigen cabbies who understand
but recently learned this is bad
it's garbage but the garbage is
the thoughts in both of thier heads
and both of them dead
already, am i ahead?
im sweaty and smelly and happy
and truely blessed, alive again
i found some plates for my friend
who moved into a new apartment
a salt and pepper shaker
but can't tell her where i got it
maybe i'm just starting
or maybe i already quit
i'll never know
cause even I can't trust these thoughts
in my head


who's to say
that my way is even away
whos to blame
when the city breaks down again today
what does it take
to be finally happy enough to say
today was a mighty good day


today was a mighty good day
in many many wonderful ways
today i could smile and say
today was a mighty good day
today i felt lighter than air
today i felt everyone there
if only they could feel me we'd say
today was a mighty good day
today the sun shone brightly on me
today everybody can see
the sun set is a miracle, pray
that today is a mighty good day
today was a mighty good day

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"If the America people ever allow private banks to control the issuance of their currencies, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of all their prosperity until their children will wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered." ~Thomas Jefforson


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