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DON'T MAKE ME HAPPY
(Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)
You stare into the room, nothing there but space
No sign of any message gone without a trace
But I don't want your pity, if that's what you think
I'll take my comfort from this hole I'm sinking in
Waste my time, drink my wine, take my money
That's alright, I don't mind but don't try to be funny
Don't make me good
Don't make me mad
Don't make me fly
Don't make me happy
It's nice here in this room, you would like it, yes you would
It's got a bed, two chairs and a table, I'd leave here if I could
There's a man standing up who's down on his knees
Outside the cold wind sends a shiver through the trees
On the line, left behind, under pressure
It's so bad, leave me be, I don't want to get better
Don't make me good
Don't make me mad
Don't make me fly
Don't make me happy
I don't care what you think but think about this
It could have been somebody else, beware of what you wish
Now the door is closed, locked and sealed
And now you think you know how rejection feels
Waste my time, drink my wine, take my money
That's alright, I don't mind but don't try to be funny
Don't make me good
Don't make me mad
Don't make me fly
Don't make me happy.
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