Artist: Yeasayer
Song: 2080
Album: All Hour Cymbals (2007)
From: New York, US

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.
But with no Berlin wall, what the hell you gonna do?

It's a new year, and I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing.
In 2080 I'm sure to be dead
So don't look ahead.
Never look ahead.

It's a new year, and 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, meltdowns on Monday morning
But 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, and I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing.
In 2080 I'm sure to be dead
So don't look ahead.
Never look ahead.

It's a new year, and 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 21 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 21 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, and I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing.
In 2080 I'm sure to be dead
So don't look ahead.
Never look ahead.

It's a new year, and 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 21 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 21 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.

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