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Choose life. |
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Choose a job. |
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Choose a career. |
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Choose a family, |
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Choose a fucking big television |
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Choose washing machines, cars, |
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compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. |
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Choose good health, low cholesterol |
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and dental insurance. |
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Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. |
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Choose a starter home. |
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Choose your friends. |
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Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. |
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Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase |
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in a range of fucking fabrics. |
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Choose DIY and wondering who you |
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are on a Sunday morning. |
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Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing |
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sprit-crushing ga me shows |
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Stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. |
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Choose rotting away at the end of it all, |
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pishing you last in a miserable home |
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Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, |
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fucked-up brats |
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You have spawned to replace yourself. |
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Choose your future. Choose life. |
