Baby blues
My, My, the blue
Trying every time
Nothing comes to
fruition
Yeah, baby blues
The crying shame in
the mind
Trying so hard but
nothing to show
The natural birth
still hollow
The population
declines
The line of
production slow
It never happens as
desire
The work comes
undone
The aging
population
The declining birth
rates
It will affect the
nation
Crying of the baby
blues
The easy way out
Import population
growth
Let the foreigners
buy properties
Spend their income
on the land
In a couple of
years
Grant them
permanent residency
In a couple of
years
Grant them
citizenships
Now we have the baby
blues
My, my, the blue
Trying so hard but
nothing to show
The line of
production slow
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