Traste Lindéns Quintet
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Oh, no, another day in front of the TV
I can't bear to watch it again misery again
oh, no, the sun is shining out there
I fall asleep here in the chair because nothing new has happened
oh, yes it is so nice to complain
when you have food in your stomach and money in your bank
oh you sure it's too damn much
that it should be so difficult to earn a penny
While Africans die of hunger
And Indians super nice
And millions live in lt
And I have burned the Sunday roast
oh, no, they come in hordes
they settle down at the table, unfortunately, but we have< br/>closed
For my wife wants the most expensive perfume
I the nicest suit for that it has been even
While Africans die of sweat Everything...
And the Sunday roast tastes like a joke
While Africans are dying of hunger...
But nothing has happened here with me