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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.
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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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