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An outcry at the chamber of commerce
A pill to get through the downpour
The cockroach at the door
And several billion in the compote
King fraudster in a tuxedo flees into the verdigris smog
from here it's difficult to see paradise
the face plugged into the exhaust of the Ferrari.
And the calendar battles
The bursts of tears on the floor
Burn-out on the roof
Lying in wait like a bird of prey
And the little shrink who follows like a lapdog
I I'm afraid that slowly the thunder will come closer
That slowly the liquid-paper will erase my name
But we queue like idiots,
Washed like slaves to spending
br/>I want to walk backwards to move forward in the right direction.
Panic at the news bulletin
Pastel generation politics
3000 soldiers at war
another mother ©daille under the earth,
another question that blows my brain, why
so many suicide bombers in life
for so little dust on the flowered ties?
br/>And we line up like idiots
Washed like slaves to spending
I want to walk backwards to move forward in the right direction.