(everyone on the outside
You've gotta get together and go inside
You gotta go inside
C'mon, you've gotta, not much time)
What's real, what's fake
It's hard to relate
It's impulse
It's all you can trust
It's girls and beer
That's all i hear
Can't get enough
Of this american thing
I wish you'd all give up and never look back
Like the road you know and just let go
I wish you all good luck and never look back
Like the road you know and just let go
In a modern world
It's hard to be hurt
In a modern world
It's hard
A dotted line, a cigarette
Fill in the blank with my silhouette
It's impulse
It's all you can trust
I wish you good luck and never look back
Like the road you know and just let go
In a modern world
It's hard to be hurt
In a modern world
It's hard
In a modern world
It's hard to use words
In a modern world
It's hard
(there's so many of them
But there is so many of us, too
Call everybody you know
Text everybody you know
Tell them to meet us on top of the walls)
Put my head in a box
Pack it up and ship it off
Put my head in a can
Pack it up and tell them who i am
In a modern world
It's hard to be hurt
In a modern world
It's hard
In a modern world
It's hard to use words
In a modern world
It's hard
(pack it up and ship it off)
Put my head in a can
Pack it up and tell them who i am
Pack it up and tell them who i am
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