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    I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in
    I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into
    Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning
    With no Berlin wall what the hell you gonna do

    It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
    It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
    In 2080 I'll surely be dead
    So don't look ahead, ever look ahead
    It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
    It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
    And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
    So we won't drown in the summer sound

    If you find me I'll be sitting by the water fountain
    Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning
    But it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
    It's alright
    Cause in no time, they'll be gone, I guess I'll still be standing here

    It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
    It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
    In 2080 I'll surely be dead
    So don't look ahead, ever look ahead
    It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
    It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
    And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
    So we won't drown in the summer sound

    Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
    Yeah you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
    And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
    We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests

    It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
    It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
    In 2080 I'll surely be dead
    So don't look ahead, ever look ahead
    It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
    It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
    And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
    So we won't drown in the summer sound

    Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
    Yeah you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
    And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
    We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests

    Текст песни Yeasayer - 2080 2080
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