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Generation Overload


Dying hair and painting nails;

Makeup, shoes, and clothes for sale;

It's all that we ever think about;

Stuck in our generation;

You can't blame us, but if you must;

Blame yourselfs.

You raised us on looks, to forget our books;

It was you who misguided us.

 

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