Timbe:
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Every morning when I wake up dead
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And when I spit an ashtray out of my mouth in the bathtub
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I hug the cup and enema my stomach
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My eyes fall out and my gallbladder bursts
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In the mirror when I see that fucking horror
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I light a cigar and skip the hammer
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I realize it may be the perfect moment
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To stop the circus and fuck it all off
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Cold sweat and "thirteen" outside
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I lie in bed over my head covered
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I squeeze the orange, squeeze the lemonade
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Friends call Tebra what's up in town tonight?
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I have no idea I'm not interested in anything
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Just let this pass me by and I will never do it again
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And why I do this to myself every day I wonder
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I go to the clone to pick up another iron
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Hell, it's a little better now
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I'm going outside for the air
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The team in front of the drugstore, I'm just going to pass
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Can one drive a tebra and a tebra can
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I have to stop whining that I'm going to stop drinking
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Waiter three beers and three brandies
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I have to stop whining that I'm going to stop drinking
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Because such shit leads nowhere X2
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Ice:
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I got up and said to myself today I'm resting my liver
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I don't want to drink any brandy
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And not even a beer or a syringe or a liqueur
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I take the yellow juice and close the fridge
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Beers from other refrigerators are watching me
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Carlsberg and Tuborg don't believe you
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Heineken in amazement, all the cans are baptized
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They wonder where I got that yellow juice
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I can't look in their direction
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I was drenched in cold sweat and I soaked my T-shirt
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I avoid looking or hear voices
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"TAKE ME FROM THE VILLAGE AND PUT ME IN A JUG"!
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I thought to myself maybe I could one day
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And to introduce it to be like that on Wednesday
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I always lie to myself, but I don't know why
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I return that juice and grab a cold Laško!
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I have to stop whining that I'm going to stop drinking
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Waiter three beers and three brandies
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I have to stop whining that I'm going to stop drinking
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Because such shit leads nowhere X2
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Sky:
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The mother cries, the wife cries, the children cry
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Because they found me naked on the toilet floor again
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Broken arcades and a broken ace
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When they see me in the emergency room, they tell me it's been a long time
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But I start nice two or three beers would suit me
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And in the morning I was forever broken like a skittle
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I don't have a corner from the bend, it's hard to see
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I probably took the police again to insult (Pusite bre ku * ac)
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My back hurts like two football fields
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My bilirubin is almost as tall as Lepa Brena
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I have no idea how I got to the crate
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My legs are killing me as if I came from the Kremlin on foot
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And I still wonder how I never have money
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Look, you jerk last night
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I would like it to be different, I would like to change it
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But how can I stop shitting a long time ago
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I have to stop whining that I'm going to stop drinking
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Waiter three beers and three brandies
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I have to stop whining that I'm going to stop drinking
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Because such shit leads nowhere X2 |