| Hello?
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| Hey
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| How are you?
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| I’m good
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| Are you alone?
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| Yeah
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| Can I send you a picture?
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| Okay
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| She loves her mom and dad and Johnny Cash
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| Keeps her betty blue eyes under a big black hat
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| She was born in Canoga Park, calls it LA
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| Tells me the dirtiest things and knows I like it that way
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| She told me you can touch me anywhere you want
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| Before she saw me face to face naked in Times New Roman font
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| What would you say if I told you I wasn’t wearing anything?
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| I’d tell you to come over
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| But you respect me right?
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| I think you’re great
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| I’m on my way
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| Alright!
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| What’s love in our generation?
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| Dressed up, and super sedated, yeah
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| So what, we got information (whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa, yeah)
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| What’s love in our generation?
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| Life’s tough on a perma-vacation, yeah
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| Got no one and no destination (whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa)
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| The monsters come out at night down Lankershim
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| And all the boys and the girls are out sleepwalking
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| She’s got her highest heels on and a see-through shirt
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| She smells like cocaine and sex and looks like heaven on earth, uh
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| She told me that she wasn’t looking for a man
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| But when she’s lying in my bed, she talks and I don’t understand
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| Are you okay?
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| Yeah, I’m okay
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| It feels like you’re somewhere else
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| I’m right here
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| What’s my name?
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| Are you staying over?
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| Do you want me to stay over?
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| Hey!
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| What’s love in our generation?
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| Dressed up, and super sedated, yeah
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| So what, we got information (whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa, yeah)
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| What’s love in our generation?
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| Life’s tough on a perma-vacation, yeah
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| Got no one and no destination (whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa)
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| From online dating isolation (our generation)
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| To Adderall and concentration (our generation)
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| From marijuana legalization (our generation)
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| To fetish porn and masturbation (our generation)
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| Yeah
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| Hello?
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| Are you okay?
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| Uh…
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| Talk to me, hello?
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| What’s love in our generation? |
| (In our generation)
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| Dressed up, but we’re super sedated, yeah
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| So what (what), we got information (whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa, yeah)
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| What’s love in our generation? |
| (In our generation)
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| Life’s tough when you’re on a perma-vacation, yeah
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| Got no one and I got no destination (destination) (whoa-whoa-whoa,
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| whoa-whoa-whoa)
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| Yeah, from fantasy and simulation (our generation)
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| To self-help books and meditation (our generation)
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| From birth control and procreation (our generation)
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| To sodomy and domination (our generation)
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| Designer drug self-liberation (our generation)
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| To likes for likes and validation (our generation)
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| Our empty dreams and aspirations (our generation)
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| Ah, everyone across the nation (our generation)
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| Well, oh yeah |