Beautiful girl, from the southland
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I don’t quite understand, but I know who you are
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Last night you told me about your sister
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How you loved and how you missed her
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I don’t know why but you say that you like me
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But sometimes yeah, you despise me
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You tell me you’re the lost generation
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So much anger,and so much frustration
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It’s not your fault it’s the situation
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When all you want is to rest your body
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Under the sun, in the long grass
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Your life has not been fun this is clear
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You don’t understand why
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Everybody else has got every little thing
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You joined a group but you don’t sing
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I know that you’ve got things to say
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You want tomorrow, when it’s still today
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You tell me you’re the lost generation
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I saw you talk on Face the Nation
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You want the truth, you seek salvation
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But you got no time, you got no patience
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Your daddy’s a big shot in construction
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Your mother’s just had liposuction
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You thought that your life came with a list of instructions
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All you want is to lay your body down
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It’s love that we seek
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The future looks
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Sometimes we feel so small
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Hate the ones who spoiled it all
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You tell me you’re the lost generation
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All you want is a good occupation
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Then you drink too much you spit damnation
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Start to sound like my old poor relations
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But don’t worry darling it’ll be alright
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There’s nothing to win nobody to fight
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What seems wrong may soon be right
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Under the moon we’ll lay our bodies down
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Lay our bodies down in the long grass under the sun
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Lay our bodies down down down
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Lost Generation
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| Colin Hay |
