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Oh life! It's getting harder everyday Prayin' for the dry land in New Orleans Prayin' for the rain in L.A Oh life! Ain't gonna find it on a screen Turn it up, A.M. gold I wanna know that I'm not alone, yeah We're stranded in the garbage of Eden We're starvin' what we should've been feedin' No angels, no saints, no heathens Just people needing, people needing Cold thoughts, ice cold or medium cool Don't get stuck in the mirror 'cause that shit's rough Put it down, go change it up Outside, is where I want to go The moon is up, soft and low Turn it up, that A.M. gold Turn me on like a radio Then I remember I'm not alone, yeah We're stranded in the garbage of Eden We're starvin' what we should've been feedin' No angels, no saints, no heathens Just people needing, people needing People needing, people needing Turn it up now, turn it up From Letras Mania