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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