If I woke up late Couldn’t get out of bed If I bought you a café latte instead If I lied when I said 32 inches was the size of my waist And if I admit every once in a while Even though I dig alternative style Occasionally I can be caught dancin’ to Brittany And can I confess That art house doesn’t turn me on But I like every single thing that Speilberg’s done
Could I be good enough Could I be good enough If the going got worse and the worse got rough The days became endless and harder than tough I’d be good enough Better than best would be simply to be good enough If everything I give doesn’t seem like a lot If it’s all that I got Baby tell that could be good enough
Where I grew up The rent was cheap But we always had enough to eat Didn’t have fancy clothes I never really cared coz there were shoes on my toes And motherly love I knew it like the back of my hand She always had a way to make me understand I could be good enough I could be good enough If the going got worse and the worse got rough The days became endless and harder than tough I’d be good enough Better than best would be simply to be good enough If everything I give doesn’t seem like a lot If it’s all that I got Baby tell me that could be good enough
Coz I don’t know which way this road is gonna turn But I know it’s gonna be fine But there are some days no matter how much I’ve learned That the road gets tough And I donâ€â„ÂÂIn a quiet street washed by the rain, the room within the home.
A lonely man sits cheek to cheek, with unique designs in chrome.
The mellow years have long gone by, but now he sits alone.
He has a brand new radio, but never turns it on.
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New Europeans.
Young Europeans.
New Europeans.
A photograph of lovers lost, lies pressed in magazines.
Her eyes belong to a thousand girls, she's the wife who's never seen.
Their educated son has left, in search of borrowed dreams.
His television's in his bed, he's frozen to the screen.
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On a crowded beach washed by the sun, he puts his headphones on.
His modern world revolves around the synthesizer's song.
Full of future thoughts and thrills, his senses slip away.
He's a European legacy, a culture for today.
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Young Europeans.