Well, I started out strong
And my hopes were high
I figured I’ll be like Bonnie and Clyde
25 beers as an alibi, had to get connected
So I wrote a long letter to a government man
I told him I was born in the summer of Sam
He said, "Son, I don’t think that you understand
I just wanna get elected"
But my heart got heavy and my hair grew long
I had to take a job just to get along
I was down in the gutter below
I was down in the gutter below
As my daddy always said
"Sing a song, how hard can it be just to get along?"
He said, "Don’t go selling your soul
Yeah, don’t go selling your soul"
Hey man, you know, what’s up, too slow
Feels like I'm staring at the sun
You get high, you get low, don’t let your ego
I’ve been staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Well, I got a lot of love for the modern man
I read a lot of books that I don’t understand
Won a lot of things, but I lost your soul
Just want a hooker with a heart of gold
As my heart gets heavy and my hair gets long
How hard can it be just to get along?
When you don’t go selling your soul
Yes, don’t go selling your soul
Hey man, you know, what’s up, too slow
Feels like I'm staring at the sun
You get high, you get low, don’t let your ego
I’ve been staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Now baby, I love you when spring's in the air
But it just seems like, lately
We spend our days just smoking pot and
Wondering how we got so fucked up
Hey man, you know, don’t let your ego
Feels like we're staring at the sun
Hey man, you know, don’t let your ego
I've been staring at the sun
Hey man, you know, don’t let your ego
Feels like we're staring at the sun
Hey man, you know, don’t let your ego
I've been staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun
Staring at the sun
Staring at the sun
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