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Running down the streets with my dirty pants
and my broken boots with my bloody hands.
Nothing to lose with my old friends
smoking, laughing, passing the days.
No future in the dreams, lost generation.
The sun shines with a hundred beers in the middle of the park.
Waiting for the bus, in the neighbourhood,
where the yonkie man is living his truth.
Singing the song all as one voice.
The memories die if I forget the past.
No future in the dreams, lost generation.
The sun shines with a hundred beers in the middle of the park.

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