Lyrics:

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

New Europeans
Young Europeans
New Europeans

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

New Europeans
Young Europeans
New Europeans

Young Europeans




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