Happy Hunting Songtext

Rebecca Schiffman

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Happy Hunting Songtext
Climbing from its depth of rest
An ancient gesture beats beneath our basements
When you see the orange shape
Will you keep quiet or call your therapist?

Behind our eyes
A bitter smile
For happy hunting
A microwave
You won't dream of things you've never seen
Waiting so long to hear you say
"How difficult to maintain your space
When a rent-a-fridge company knows where you live?"

Behind our eyes
A bitter smile
Now I'm happy hunting
In my kitchenette

The future stands still
But we move infinitely in space and time
We multiply our decline
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