Orange Chair
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
anxiety be gone
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
anxiety be gone
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
anxiety be gone
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
anxiety be gone
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
anxiety be gone
You're still not there
On that orange chair
Sometimes I ponder if this is real
Sometimes I wonder what to feel
I know him, anxious, old friend
I know it's dangerous, bold end
Is this really alright
Will everything be right
How should I act tonight
Are we gonna make to night
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
anxiety be gone
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
anxiety be gone
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
anxiety be gone
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
anxiety be gone
Oh you're there
In that orange chair
Fun, fun, fun
It'll be done
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