We smoke too much
we booze like fish
we sleep all day
and wait for being rich
We have no plans
we never had
we just keep waiting for the final kick instead
Easy come
easy go
we have the pills to keep up the flow
We have no dreams
we once did have
but dreaming is over
so nothing is left
Are things so wrong, I wonder
how does it bother me?
history repeating
and we all go with the flow
no more dreams to follow
this is the age of being shallow
this is the age of being shallow

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