Happiness - like a bullet in the head

Shooting instructions / © I.A. Daglis

Happiness hit her like a train on a track
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She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
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Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
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Florence Welch [Dog days are over, 2008]