| A young generation living for sensation,
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| Trying to be cool, but inside they have a hole,
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| Sick and tired of pretending,
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| Don’t even care if the world is ending,
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| A wounded generation betrayed by the one before.
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| Living for the moment,
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| Living for the moment.
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| Lost in the marketplace of all religions,
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| Told to pick and choose what suits and feels the best,
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| Given all the substitutes, but no love and compassion,
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| Left in a video world, given over to imagination.
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| I like them, I like them,
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| I like them, I like them.
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| A lonely generation with no one to talk to,
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| Raised to be suspicious against love,
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| Who can give them what they are looking for?
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| None but the man from Nazareth.
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| And he likes them, he likes them,
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| He likes them, he likes them,
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| He likes them, he loves them.
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| He likes them, he loves them,
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| He loves them, he likes them,
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| He likes them, he likes them,
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| He loves them, he loves them.
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| He loves them, he likes them,
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| He loves them, he likes them, yeah,
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| He loves them, loves them, loves them. |