| I can’t sleep when I think about the times we’re living in
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| I can’t sleep when I think about the future I was born into
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| Outside’s dressed up like Sunday morning
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| With no Berlin wall, what the hell you gonna do?
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| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here
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| It’s a fresh spring, so let’s sing
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| In 2080 I’ll surely be dead
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| So don’t look ahead, never look ahead
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| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here
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| It’s the first spring, so let’s sing
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| And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
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| So we won’t drown in the summer sound
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| If you find me, I’ll be sitting by the water fountain
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| Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning
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| But it’s all right, yeah, it’s all right
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| Yeah, it’s all right, yeah, it’s all right
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| 'Cause in no time, they’ll be gone
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| I guess I’ll still be standing here
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| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here
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| It’s a fresh spring, so let’s sing
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| In 2080 I’ll surely be dead
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| So don’t look ahead, never look ahead
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| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here
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| It’s the first spring, so let’s sing
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| And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
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| So we won’t drown in the summer sound
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| Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
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| Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
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| And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
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| We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests
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| Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
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| Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
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| And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
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| We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests
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| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here
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| It’s a fresh spring, so let’s sing
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| In 2080 I’ll surely be dead
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| So don’t look ahead, never look ahead
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| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here
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| It’s the first spring, so let’s sing
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| And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
|
| So we won’t drown in the summer sound
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| Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
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| Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
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| And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
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| We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests
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| Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
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| Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
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| And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
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| We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests
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| Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
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| Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters |