Who do I listen to?
Does anybody have a clue?
When you rip through your dancing shoes
And you're tiptoeing through everybody else's news
Say, "What you chewin' on lately?"
Elastic attention with no definition
No clear intention
I puddle jump, I puddle jump, reflection to reflection
Till I feel connection, my ego is a weapon, and I
Got the sun on my back, and it's summer in America
And I
Got the sun on my back, and it's summer in America
Oh, I
La-la-la, yeah
La-la-la
La-la-la
(Yeah, I told 'em I said)
I got a bad case of envy, been getting pretty skinny
I'm like a buck forty soakin' wet, need therapy within me
I'm a face and a body, a human, a human
"Oh boy, you need Jesus, what the hell are ya doin'?"
And I was going to the party, where the DJ would play
And Jonny said, "More parties in the USA," and now I
I stumble the streets, and it's summer in America
And I
No, I can't feel a thing, and it's summer in America
Oh, why?
La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
(I was walking home)
The parking lot is vacant
Except a single car with two young lovers making vows on the tar
And I take a photo walking by, memorize their shape
It's a blurry mess of love and jest, it's all I'm left to trace, and now I
I stumble the streets, and it's summer in America
And I
The sun's on my back, and it's summer in America
And I
I can't find love, and it's summer in America
Somebody take me in
La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
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