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The human race was dying out,
No one left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon, **
Smog will gel you pretty soon.
Everyone was hangin' out,
Hangin' up and hangin' down.
Hangin' in and holdin' fast,
Hope our little world will last.
Yeah, along came Mister Goodtrips,
Looking for a new ship.
A-come on, people, better climb on board.
A-come on, baby, now we're going home.
Ship of fools, ship of fools.
Прекрасные строчки. Мы погибнем не от чьих либо рук, или от взрыва солнца. Мы погибнем тогда, когда кто-нибудь сделает течь на корабле дураков. Мы затонем все вместе.
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The Night is young
& full of rest
I can't describe the
way she's dress'd
She'll pander to some strange
requests
Anything that you suggest
Anything to please her guest.
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