| He waited for the dawn with the street washers
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| Down by the garden of the Visoko cafe
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| Two sleepy eyes on her window
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| And the wet brother on the corner sang
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| A few steps away from his area
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| Street dredgers were gathering
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| And if he walked slowly through the market
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| The guard would shout here it goes, fog!
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| Here it goes, fog!
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| He is - he is like a child
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| Eager for a warm bed
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| A dear woman is waiting for him
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| Lonely at night
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| Cold, the night is cold
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| The night is cold
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| The night is icy
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| All the petty bandits knew him
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| What wells and fires on the street
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| The last smuggler knew him
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| From Sebilj to the cathedral
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| And they were afraid of the local plates
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| Which do not distinguish coffee from drugs
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| At midnight when he peeks into the gambling holes
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| "Here he goes, 'get on your feet'
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| He is - he is like a child
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| Eager for a warm bed
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| A dear woman is waiting for him
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| Lonely at night
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| Cold, the night is cold
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| The night is cold
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| The night is icy
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| And watch out for taxi drivers and night walkers
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| A whole company of lunatics in the parks
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| And how to distinguish the coat of a passer-by
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| From the mantle of some maniac
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| And the report is regular over the sleeping city
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| And the dawn was just about dawn
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| Do you call what you see hope
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| When there were a hundred of them
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| One hundred for one
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| He is - he is like a child
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| Eager for a warm bed
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| A dear woman is waiting for him
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| Lonely at night
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| Cold, the night is cold
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| The night is cold
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| The night is icy
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| Cold, the night is cold
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| The night is cold
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| The night is icy |