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You used to look so alive
In the last year you looked like you turned 35
I used to hate you so I put you under my belt
I'm so confused and cannot tell you how I felt
They always try and bring me down but
I'm always so constantly high
Remember when you were like puddles in the rain?
I stopped the water, but you told me that you felt the same
You smoke a bit then you talked a revolution
Well I looked, I saw there's no solution
It's spelled out in all of our pollution
Will it come again, feelin like the 60s?
Hold out your Janis Joplin hands
I'll give you my cold James Dean eyes.
Take a flower, soak it in gasoline,
Empty my pockets, show you exactly what I mean
How can you stare and never really look at
You watch TV, eat and get a little fat
I see you're comfy and I'm not gonna deny that
You lay around so it's easier to hear lies
Compare the generation with a word like separation
Separated, no, I feel we're constipated
We can't get out what everybody wants to say
We're educated but they tell us we're wrong anyway
They always try and bring us down but
I'm always so constantly high
Hold out your Janis Joplin hands
I'll give you my cold James Dean eyes.
You used to look so alive
In the last year you looked like you turned 35
I used to hate you so I put you under my belt
I'm so confused and cannot tell you how I felt
They always try and bring me down but
I'm always so constantly high
Remember when you were like puddles in the rain?
I stopped the water, but you told me that you felt the same
You smoke a bit then you talked a revolution
Well I looked, I saw there's no solution
It's spelled out in all of our pollution
Will it come again, feelin like the 60s?
Hold out your Janis Joplin hands
I'll give you my cold James Dean eyes.
Take a flower, soak it in gasoline,
Empty my pockets, show you exactly what I mean
How can you stare and never really look at
You watch TV, eat and get a little fat
I see you're comfy and I'm not gonna deny that
You lay around so it's easier to hear lies
Compare the generation with a word like separation
Separated, no, I feel we're constipated
We can't get out what everybody wants to say
We're educated but they tell us we're wrong anyway
They always try and bring us down but
I'm always so constantly high
Hold out your Janis Joplin hands
I'll give you my cold James Dean eyes.
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