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I'm Happy They Took You Away Lyrics

Remember when I ran away
And you got on your knees
And begged me not to leave
Because you´d go berserk?
WELL...
You thought you had me fooled
But I just left you anyhow
Because I knew you were
Already out of your mind!
AND...

I´m happy they took you away, haha
I´m happy they took you away, ho ho, hee hee, ha ha
To the funny farm
Where life´s hysterical all the time
And you´ll be sorry I sent
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And I´m happy they took you away, HA-HAAA!

I thought that you were nuts
And so I laughed
I laughed when you had said
That losing me would make you flip your lid
RIGHT...

It´s true, I laughed, you heared me laugh
I laughed, I laughed and laughed
And then I left
Because I know you´re utterly mad
AND...
I´m happy they took you away, haha
I´m happy they took you away, ho ho, hee hee, ha ha
To the happy home
With tree and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And I´m happy they took you away, HA-HAAA!

You burned my food
You wrecked the house
And this is how I´ve paid you back
For all your cruel, unloving selfish deeds!
HAH...

They´ve got you now
And you´ll get just
What you deserve
For calling me a mutt, you mangy man!
AND...
I´m happy they took you away, haha
I´m happy they took you away, ho ho, hee hee, ha ha
To the funny farm
Where life´s hysterical all the time
And you´ll be sorry I sent
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And I´m happy they took you away, HA-HAAA!

To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And I´m happy they took you away, HA-HAAA!

To the funny farm
Where life´s hysterical all the time
And you´ll be sorry I sent
Those nice, young men
In theit clean white coats
And I´m happy they took you away, HA-HAAA!
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The Second Coming (1996)
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