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Whoa-oh, can't you see the people have got troubles?Whoa-oh-oh, and yes, i think i've heard about them allThey're just soaking up the sorrow of their fathersWhoa-oh-oh, and leering at the (???)To live and die in the airport loungeIs to have a glimpse of another townYou've got to be a child to have such strange problemsWhoa-oh-oh, it's enough to make a future mother (???)Whoa-oh-oh, and it's enough to make you do her harmBut i know you well as far as you can tellAnd you won't go back to themWhoa-oh-oh, and you won't come back to meTo live and die in the airport loungeIs to have a glimpse of another townYou've got to be a child to have such strange problems From Letras Mania