Portugal. The Man — New Orleans

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I slip back down where we found
A meter milling maze
And the rest that we find sound
Will it find us on the bottom?
Will we find our way?
Will we fall apart useless machining the maze?
Find that sleep that we’ve lost

Na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na

Fair and tired living
Lives like little lifted leans
Shaking heads under the shade
Of them bright bright bright sweet pear trees
Mine is gone with the day
Never miss a beat never find a home
Mine is gone with all time. All time

Mother father brother sister son daughters
We are the rabbits that let the fox lead us
Out in the sun with the cold war fever
Beg for your money just please don’t eat us

Deaf like the big guns foaming
At the mouth they’re gnashing
Quiet like our words that roam and roll about
Let’s march a train of thought to crack the boards that keep us out
Then we’ll find that sleep we lost, we lost

Then we’ll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we’ll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we’ll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we’ll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we’ll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we’ll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we’ll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we’ll find that sleep we lost, we lost