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Two Shots Of Happy, One Shot Of Sad U2
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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad,
You think I'm no good, well I know I've been bad,
Took you to a place, now you can't get back,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
Walked together, down a dead end street,
Mixing the bitter, with the sweet,
Don't try to figure out, what we might have had,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
I'm just a singer, some say a sinner,
Rolling the dice, not always a winner,
You say I've been lucky,
Well hell, I made my own,
Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone,
Under pressure, not bent out of shape,
Surrounded, we always found an escape,
Drove me to drink, but hey, that's not all bad,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
Guess I've been greedy, all of my life,
Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife,
Greedy for the good things, as well as the bad,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
Maybe it's just talk, saloon singin',
The chairs are all stacked, the swingers stopped swingin',
You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself,
Then after you did, you came crying for my help.
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad,
I'm not complaining, baby, I'm glad,
You call it compromise, well, what's that?,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
You think I'm no good, well I know I've been bad,
Took you to a place, now you can't get back,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
Walked together, down a dead end street,
Mixing the bitter, with the sweet,
Don't try to figure out, what we might have had,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
I'm just a singer, some say a sinner,
Rolling the dice, not always a winner,
You say I've been lucky,
Well hell, I made my own,
Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone,
Under pressure, not bent out of shape,
Surrounded, we always found an escape,
Drove me to drink, but hey, that's not all bad,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
Guess I've been greedy, all of my life,
Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife,
Greedy for the good things, as well as the bad,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
Maybe it's just talk, saloon singin',
The chairs are all stacked, the swingers stopped swingin',
You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself,
Then after you did, you came crying for my help.
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad,
I'm not complaining, baby, I'm glad,
You call it compromise, well, what's that?,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad,
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.