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
Never 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 it's 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
Never 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

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
Never 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

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

(Children singing)
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

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