Her name was Jana, she liked to drive
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She kept the town busy, rarely sleeping alone
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She cried alone, papa slapped her, she was looking for a man
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What would he drink with her, what would he take care of her and give her money
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She was strange, crazy, beautiful
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She created atrocities, somewhere near her the bottle always ran out
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She froze, if she ever had a mind of her own
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So after a few years of this, he ordered, papa waved
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Once a friend found her falling asleep when she was digging
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There was a little drama at the public transport stop
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Her stepmother, she was smacking her
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As soon as she saw her standing in the doorway, she started yawning
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She drank herself from the morning, when you have such a foundation
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So it may happen that you start to get lost in it a little
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With the little one, there was a quick process, an inclined surface, a free fall
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You might think you know how this equation ends
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That she started taking drugs and chasing after the flock
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That she threw herself under the train or threw it away
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She walked drunk and still walks below the surface
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She fell out of this city, rose like a phoenix from the ashes
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There is no kofola in her hand, she still goes to fuck in the field
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Well, it's not so much Sodom and Gomorrah anymore |
The homeless monster made it, I salute you
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Everyone has a chance, I guess
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Maybe you think you know what she's thinking, but in her head she's still just…
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And maybe you're waiting for her to pick herself up and take a chance, but in her head there's only...
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They wrap her arms, one wants to tell her something, but in her head there is only...
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Foter picks her up, talks to her over a beer in her head is just...
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Maybe you think you know what she's thinking, but in her head she's still just…
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And maybe you're waiting for her to pick herself up and take a chance, but in her head there's only...
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They wrap her arms, one wants to tell her something, but in her head there is only...
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Foter picks her up, talks to her over a beer in her head is just...
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They call him Feris, and I'm called Delik, he's a moron, I'm a moron
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When I eat, I sit for four, five beers, some knocks, I'll take it easy
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The first day everything fits, the second day still ready
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I run to him with bongos, five cigars, everything is lit up in the bar
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We're already crazy, we don't talk much about anything, only hefty
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It rains, then it snows, I go down until I lie down
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Day three and we're very, very down
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Denying health won't help
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If it's five days, then wipe us out |
If it turns out to be five days, then he shot us somewhere for a month
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We still have no plans to get a job somewhere
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We're planning to go out tonight, beautiful
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We don't see each other for two, three, months
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Megadeath follows, trust me it's great
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Next up is Iron Maiden Lady Su Gaga
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Well, we're fine, let's focus on the booze
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And stories from the back bench
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Oldschool on the bongo table burnt sticks
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Lifestyle kamikaze, pour another clear
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Funky motherfucker face, hello my man
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You might think you know what we're thinking, but all we have in our heads is…
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Meeting in the evening down in Mammut for a beer, we'll go like...
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Didn't I have something important to do today? |
All I have in my mind is…
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No scenario, we both live freestyle, only in our heads...
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You might think you know what we're thinking, but all we have in our heads is…
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Meeting in the evening down in Mammut for a beer, we'll go like...
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Didn't I have something important to do today? |
All I have in my mind is…
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No scenario, we both live freestyle, only in our heads... |