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 And it's hard to write about being happy 
Cause all that I get 
I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject. 
There will be no grand choirs to sing 
No chorus could come in 
About two people sitting doing nothing 
But I must confess 
I did it all for myself 
I gathered you here 
To hide from some vast unnameable fear. 
But the loneliness never left me 
I always took it with me 
But I can put it down in the pleasure of your company 
And there will be no grand choirs to sing 
No chorus will come in 
No ballad will be written 
It will be entirely forgotten 
And if tomorrow it's all over 
At least we had it for a moment 
Oh darling things seem so unstable 
But for a moment we were able to be still. 
Oh oh oh... 
And there will be no grand choirs to sing 
No chorus will come in 
No ballad will be written 
This will be entirely forgotten. 
 
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