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Lyrics for 'Happiness Is A Warm Gun' by 'U2'
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much
She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much
Mother Superior Jump The Gun
Mother Superior Jump The Gun
Mother Superior Jump The Gun
Mother Superior Jump The Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
She's Well Acquainted With The Touch Of The Velvet Hand
Like A Lizard On A Window Pane
The Man In The Crowd
With The Multicoloured Mirrors On His Hobnail Boots
Lying With His Eyes Wide Open
And The Hands Busy Working Overtime
A Soap Impression Of His Wife Which He Ate
And Donated To The National Trust
Hey, I Need A Fix 'cause I'm Going Down
Happiness Is A, A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A, A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A, A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
I Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down
I Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down
I Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down
To The Bits That I Left Uptown
I Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down, Uptown
Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down, Uptown
Happiness Is A, A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A, A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A, A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
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