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CHAMPS
GREG:Stuck up here with my space mate. So long... so long. I fear the robo-butler will eat me. Is he gone? Is he gone?
It's been weeks since the last transmission. Something's wrong... something's wrong. I look down through the porthole window; I see bombs. I see bombs.
What am I to do? The whole universe has become completely unglued.
Thought that we'd come back as champs. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
The last girl alive doesn't want me In her bed... in her bed. There were other fish in the sea, But they're all dead. They're all dead.
What am I to do? The whole universe has become completely unglued.
Thought that we'd come back as champs, Not as sole survivors of the final fight. Not as greasy stains on a crashed satellite.
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