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Up In The Eighties lyrics
Too hot but not too hot to care
I m sitting pretty by my Frigidaire
And it s good to breathe the midnight air
One more mosquito bite before we get (before we get)
To bed
I m on the payroll but I m off the street
You can t disturb a fool s reality
When there s a place i n town where they don t even
Serve you or me
We d have to sit outside and drink all night to rescue
The economy
Up in the Eighties, where it s hard to breathe
Up in the Eighties, and it s harder to leave you alone
Too close to Heaven to believe I m here at all
Must be the weather
I got no more use for the radio
The whole world ended just an hour ago
And there s a lot of people waking up with egg in their
Eyes
We ll charge the refugees a grand apiece to camp out in
Our paradise
Up in the Eighties, where it s hard to breathe
Up in the Eighties, and it s harder to leave you alone
Too close to Heaven to believe I m here at all
Must be the weather
(Up) in the Eighties, where it s harder to breathe
In the Eighties, and it s harder to leave you alone
Close to Heaven to believe I m here at all
In the Eighties, (Must there be no air to breathe!)
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