You're on a wave
You sail into the night again, you know it's all right
Until you're wide awake
Then you pull the blanket over your head
You worry 'bout the neighbour's fence, you know it's overgrown
You know it's up to them
Now you're laughing at your own expense
You figure out the way you work is often far from view
So you can take a rest
You listen to the news
You listen to their points of view
You listen to the words they use
Now you seem to speak in tongues
All gone, a tune, new nation, few parents' son
In short demand, you're all gone, seventh grade son
You listen to the news
You listen to their points of view
You listen to the words they use
Now you seem to speak in tongues
All gone, a tune, new nation, few parents' son
In short demand, you're all gone, seventh grade son
All gone, a tune, new nation, few parents' son
In short demand, you're all gone, seventh grade son
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