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Life in New Zealand is pleasant enoughWhen we turn 22 it's not violent enoughWe want fast pace & fast trains &Much bigger clubsWe want money & kudos &Much stronger drugsWe skimp we save we go overseasWe pimp we slave so we get what we needWhen we get there we try very hard to believeThat it's betterWhen we go overseas to a much bigger placeWe still doing the same thingsBut not with much spaceOn the subways and airplanesThere's no friendly facesWe're working so hardThat the history is wastedWe skimp we save we go overseasWe leave those behind who give us what we needIn two years we return with a sigh of reliefBut we say it was better From Letras Mania