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I'm sick and tired of apathy and Cobain tributes.Buy some time and make a bid for Generation Y.Why can't I get it together?Meet me tonight on MySpace I'll be there waiting.A back lit sky could be nuclear, or just a late sunriseThe day is waiting. Another stolen glance on a Friday night,But you could never know.That this is not a life it is an addictionAcross the bar, I watch you dance,But never mind.It's over now for Generation Y.French Vogue knows that spiders cling to models faces.Another high-rise, a facsimile of the mottos of our youthSo long ago I don't recall them.(A beating heart in a dark club You’re not, from the town that I grew up inMy friends do all the things that other folks do to keep the world from closing in.Take my hand and come back to the town that I grew up in)Another stolen glance (Throw out all the clothes you own) On a Friday night Songtexte(Throw out all the things you know) You could never know (This is not a life it is an addiction) Across the bar (Throw out all your comfy shoes)I watch you dance (Throw out all your videos) We never mind, it's over now for Generation Y Aus Songtexte Mania