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Le refrain de la crise
Anybody find me
A good job to love
Can anybody find me a good job to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me a good job to work on?
Je ne pensais pas que le chômage, c'était aussi moche. Je m'eeeennnuie ! Un taff, vite, faut que je le trouve vite avant de me transformer en mollusque. J'en suis déjà au stade patate de canapé... Brrrr
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