2080 Lyrics
| Song | 2080 |
| Artist | Yeasayer |
| Album | Social Climbing: Spunk Sampler |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 all right, yeah, it＇s all right, | |
| Yeah, it＇s all right, yeah, it＇s all right | |
| It＇s all right | |
| ＇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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| 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 all right, yeah, it s all right, | |
| Yeah, it s all right, yeah, it s all right | |
| It s all right | |
| 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 twentyone 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 twentyone 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 twentyone 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 twentyone 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 twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters |
| 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 all right, yeah, it s all right, | |
| Yeah, it s all right, yeah, it s all right | |
| It s all right | |
| 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 twentyone 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 twentyone 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 twentyone 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 twentyone 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 twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters |
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