It was really a long time ago
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Before the flashes, the storm
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The time when they defended
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Name of the Blue Club
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When punks and rappers
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They hated to heaven
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I was May Day
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And a little of everything
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The time when Tomica Petrovic
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He knew what he was doing
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Just before they left
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Croatian greats
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The routine was known
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In Tockica who drinks
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Before I enter the Apple
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Wheels and wines
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The DJ was spinning then
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He is the director of Menart now
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And he remembers Jasna
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Well, everyone remembers her, I guess
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She always sat
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To the right of the sled
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Drunks around her
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A leather jacket on everyone
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Hope on every face
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I guess he'll fuck her
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She flirts with the whole club
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And she pretends to be happy
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He chooses carefully
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Who will he take his pants off for?
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He had a chance
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Every rocker from Vinkovci plays
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Every member of the Mother
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And other groups are sinking
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And everyone who showed up
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At the Hit Depot
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I'm waiting for a chance
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I waited my turn
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He made up lies to sing
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And to have a band
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He ran into the bathroom with her
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And that's all there is to it
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That we are in the garage
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And to finally record a CD
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And soon with TV
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Pista has already called us
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She said fuck off, kid
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You won't get anything, mrs
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The Gans played in Jabuka
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The Gans played
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The Gans played that night
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The Gans played
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She told me to run, you're young
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Kid, you're not cool, kid, you don't have charisma
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You don't have a car, kid, kid, you don't have a clean needle
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They played Gansi, Ga, Ga, Gansi
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Gone are the days of stealing
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The storm has passed
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Canjuga became nobody
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We returned the name of the club
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I recorded four albums
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I'm a hottie now
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I don't have an apartment, but I have a wife
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I have a bar at the plaza
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Bands that were harassing then
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They fell apart
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In Apple And now they are rotting
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Those who punished Jasna
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I rock with Frank and Soul
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Every weekend
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I run into Jasna, and I thought
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I will never see her '
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Imagine, he has a house on his heart
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And she was at my concert
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Run backstage
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Edo says, he can have a beer
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Begins to talk
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I understand the spike
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I know you have a wife
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But I would take a picture with you
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I'm Jasna
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And I love this tail
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Come to me, Edo
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Yeah, you and Frankie the tank
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And this is the slang
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I'm tired
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I won't say what she wanted
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Because they will censor me '
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There are no holes in the hand
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But he has a torn nose
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Frankie freaked out right away
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He says, come on, old woman, train
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Get out of here
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She looked at me
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Sad, who knows me
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I said, maybe to her now
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Marbles work
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But that's why security guards work
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And they drive her out
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I run after her
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And I tell her to stop
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Jasna, I wanted to fuck you
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Like all apples
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But now you are a wasted commodity
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Like our rockers, bitch
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The Gans played, do you remember?
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The Gans played, you don't remember
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The Gans played, they all scolded you
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The Gans played
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She told me to run, you're young
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Kid, you're not cool, kid, you don't have charisma
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You don't have a car, kid, kid, you don't have a clean needle
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They played Gansi, Ga, Ga, Gansi
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The Gans played
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Now a little bounce-as on the tail
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Yes, haha
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Bounce, bounce
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Bounce-aj, old woman
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Bounce-aj, let's see
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Jasna, Jasna
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You were never clear to me, my mother |