| The government program is placed on an A4 page
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| The program is ambitious, but it is very realistically feasible
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| (Do you trust the federal government?)
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| I do not believe
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| Colorful marketing walls of shame
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| Empty promises are the best advertisement
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| On the table a piece of bread, in dreams salami
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| All in the name of the people, pure profit and earnings
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| Tell us ministers, our deputies
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| Because war invalids live like the poor
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| On the edge of life, you care about the amount
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| If you know the feeling, it's called shame
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| We are no longer what we used to be
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| They hid from themselves for a long time
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| The day is coming to say no, no
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| You have nothing to lose, we have already lost everything
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| All this democracy, just bureaucracy
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| Common ground, company illegal
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| Empty rhetoric, without reason and logic
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| Everything is equal to them, the company is illegal
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| As if doomsday is near
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| Rows of criminals in a row
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| And while you're just wasting your time
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| You give them a vote, they take everything
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| All this democracy, just bureaucracy
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| Common ground, company illegal
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| Empty rhetoric, without reason and logic
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| Everything is equal to them, the company is illegal
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| Colorful marketing walls of shame
|
| Empty promises are the best advertisement
|
| On the table a piece of bread, in dreams salami
|
| All in the name of the people, pure profit and earnings
|
| Tell us ministers, our deputies
|
| Because war invalids live like the poor
|
| On the edge of life, you care about the amount
|
| If you know the feeling, it's called shame
|
| Colorful marketing walls of shame
|
| Empty promises are the best advertisement
|
| On the table a piece of bread, in dreams salami
|
| All in the name of the people, pure profit and earnings
|
| Tell us ministers, our deputies
|
| Because war invalids live like the poor
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| On the edge of life, you care about the amount
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| If you know the feeling, it's called shame
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| Beasts without mercy, loyal slaves
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| Slimy sluts, rich snobs
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| Whose slaves we are, ordinary numbers
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| Lower layers, defective machines
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| They change chairs, sweaty asses
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| Sticks are shining on our heads
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| We don't have visas to cross borders
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| Colorful marketing walls of shame
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| Empty promises are the best advertisement
|
| On the table a piece of bread, in dreams salami
|
| All in the name of the people, pure profit and earnings
|
| Tell us ministers, our deputies
|
| Because war invalids live like the poor
|
| On the edge of life, you care about the amount
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| If you know the feeling, it's called shame |