In a quiet street washed by the rain the room within the home

A lonely man sits cheek to cheek with unique designs in chrome

The mellow years have long gone by, but now he sits alone

He has a brand new radio, but never turns it on.

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New europeans

Young europeans

New europeans.

A photograph of lovers lost lies pressed in magazines

Her eyes belong to a thousand girls, she's the wife who's never seen

Their educated son has left in search of borrowed dreams

His television's in his bed, he's frozen to the screen.

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New europeans

Young europeans

New europeans.

On a crowded beach washed by the sun he puts his headphones on

His modern world revolves around the synthesizer's song

Full of future thoughts and thrills, his senses slip away

He's a european legacy, a culture for today.

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New europeans

Young europeans

New europeans.

Young europeans.