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Christophe Filippi
Christophe Filippi
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Benjamin Brignone
Benjamin Brignone
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Pascal Germain
Pascal Germain
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Vincent Heyberger
Vincent Heyberger
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Wojtek Wójcik
Wojtek Wójcik
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I'm so saddened about the fact that people are starving in Ethiopia Or any other place where food or water's utopia But still when he's consuming a meal the delicate punk I am Based on sensing a bad taste can throw all of it away And I'm aware of the fact that some people are unemployed Or paid twenty five bucks a week to manufacture Nike crap But the little punk has to keep complaining about The mere forty hours he works every fucking week I've heard about the pain that can be caused by cancer Or any disease that leads your life to disaster Though when he's a little bit cold the delicate punk I am Acts like he's going to be dead by the end of the day I've seen a lot of people who don't even know what it's like To have two arms or to not sit in a wheelchair all the time But how many times did I complain about The little walk I take to where I park my car I was born on the wrong side unlike a lot of you But let it go I've done so many things to do something with my life like you Now I'm done Now I know Now I realize I've only managed to look more like you More like you I have seen so many homeless people who didn't to choose to live on the streets And having to fight to keep a little space of their own But still regarding where he lives the delicate punk I am Has an apartment of his own and anyway he complains I'll spare you the car, the computer, the cell phone The Playstation games, the fucking clothes and fucking hairdo Anything that I have is subject to complaining No matter what others have Whatever the others don't have Don't like to me sick fuck You're one of those kids to me Don't lie Because I know that you're all the same kind And whatever you say punk I know just who you are You are a spoiled child who grew up with all he needed And I fucking judge you who doesn't know where I come from You're a spoiled child to me Don't lie I was born on the wrong side unlike a lot of you But let it go I've done so many things to do something with my life like you Now I'm done Now I know Now I realize I've only managed to look more like you More like you
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