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Hi Fi Serious

Air on the streets, lights on the trees Eight days a week, singer's disease I wanna be where the sun meets the sky I wanna be there, it's out of your

We go the distance till there's nowhere left to go It's complicated, don't you hate what you've become? Oh yeah Running out of luck, trying to keep it

hi-fi, hi-fi I'm serious, so come on So get your, so get your ears on So get your, so get your ears on 'Cause I'm hi-fi, hi-fi I'm serious, bring it

Something's going on, I don't know what I did But it worked out fine again I got you in my song and it sounds like a hit It's gonna be alright again

Five pretty boys for ten shitty years Five girls next door, I'm up to my ears I need a reaction, a new revolution All over the country but they took it

It's okay to beat the living shit from the drum kit It's okay to take what you don't have, if you want it It's alright, if that's your way Water's cold

Nothing And nothing's where you're at When you ain't got something You'll never get it back It's coming on like a drug The universal power of one But

I'm so tired, I need sleep I'm talking to my pillow case, what's wrong with me? I make mistakes, but them's the breaks I'm crying out for anyone to come

Somethings going on I don't know what I did But it worked out fine again Got you in my song It sounds like a hit It's gonna be alright again We're