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Here we are, girl we’re the bastards on a place unlike the rest, where we don’t like defeats. Our generation needs a rest from chaos and of an unrest and I know what the penis does, but I don’t know what the girl says, so he went and announced it, that I don’t know what the girl said about generations of incest and how relations hide it. No-one is lovin’ all what she said, so better not raise your voices about generations of incest and how relations hide it, okay?

Viva lonely star…viva lonely star…viva lonely star…viva lonely star…

“These same generations collaborate on raising new ones while they learn to walk and talk. The motivation is reaching horizons, not making new friends. You know it’s bad when there’s no-one outside, while frequent fliers spread frequent diseases. You know it’s bad when they all think it’s over, then climb the fence like weak little kids. There is no end…There is no end…There really is no fucking end…Our majestic sun still has no friend.”

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