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 want to get elected" But my heart got heavy and my hair grew long I had to get a job just to get along I was down in the gutter bellow, I was down in the gutter bellow 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 there, too slow, Feels like im staring at the sun Get high, 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 there, too slow, Feels like im staring at the sun Get high, get low, don’t let your ego I’ve been staring at the sun, staring at the sun Now baby I love you But spring's in the air But it just seems like, lately We spend our days smoking pot and Wondering how we got so fucked up Hey man, u know, don’t let your ego, Feels like we're staring at the sun Hey man, u know, don’t let your ego, I've been staring at the sun Hey man, u know, don’t let your ego, Feels like we're staring at the sun Hey man, u know, don’t let your ego, I've been staring at the sun, Staring at the sun, Staring at the sun.
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