| INK:
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| Doctor, doctor, I'm sick, what's wrong with me?
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| I use apaurin to fall asleep easier
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| They say everyone gets a yellow minute of me
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| One yellow rainbow burst like a year
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| My friend on the needle, doktoreeeeee where did we get to
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| Others are bothering me about money, I guess they shave
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| We got up. |
| How much I earn, how many records I sell
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| Brother, life is not fair, everyone is as plastic as Cher
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| (and you are?)
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| Blood without a vein in the land where children die
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| Today, when I hear sirens, paranoia strikes me
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| We were screwed by the war while the crazy shouts need a slaughter
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| Today, half the nation is afraid of lentils, let alone sleep
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| We have nothing to eat but there is always something to shit
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| Doctor, why is it evil in people, that I know?
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| (only slowly)
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| How slowly? |
| Hours are minutes for me
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| Time flies like One II Many, nothing is appreciated here
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| I give love to a woman, and she chases other people's sheets
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| The kids want to go out and I don't have to pay
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| Rate, for the apartment, so how do I teach them to believe
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| To Santa Claus when my life is a locker room
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| Like Robert the Prince. |
| Red cheeks
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| I make up lies for them about their mother, because she never did
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| No, to read them a fairy tale, to sleep
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| He's already having a party with another
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| He slanders them and me while he plays the role model
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| (no insults)
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| No matter who insults whom here, things are like that
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| Smart in madhouses, and crazy diaries cut me
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| The kids are crying, I don’t know what I’m going to do, so please tell me what is it?
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| They carry guns at school, so they are afraid of their peers
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| And I remember my friends in the mist of smoke
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| I used to not be able to do without them and today I can't do with them
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| Bad tongues because hatred shoots them
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| He spreads untruths whenever he yawns, so he doesn't hiccup non-stop
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| (Drink some water. It's not all that bad.)
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| Hell no
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| Doctor, you don't know what it's like for me to live
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| In the Croatian psyche. |
| Doctor Doctor
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| You don't know what it's like to live in the Croatian psyche
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| SHOT:
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| Sir, Sir…
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| The biggest problem is in you
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| By your negative attitude you are only harming yourself
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| The very thought of your wife dragging you after others…
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| Please! |
| Do not!
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| She is married to you, and when the children cry, you beat them
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| See if he'll shed a tear next time?
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| No, so calm yourself and them down
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| He won't pull your sleeve anymore
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| You are depressed sir, this is your wrong attitude…
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| It's nothing to people, it's just you
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| Go shoot yourself at the Dinamo match
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| So let go of the environment, work, that’s it
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| Come on out of here happy you have a job!
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| REMI:
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| I hear voices in my head… What can I do?
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| To go to Swabia bauštelat, to Italy whore
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| Waiter on an ocean liner
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| Or to breathe this same Croatian smog?
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| To wake up at 5, then on slag to some factory
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| In September I get paid for February
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| I pay for the tomb on Mirogoj, rent, electricity, telephone
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| I pull it away from my mouth until it bursts like a balloon
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| Give me, doctor, a magic formula, abracadabra
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| To stretch from first to first
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| No, I'm not collected and I'm not all my own
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| And I need clear senses to feed my family.
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| (Excuse me, please?)
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| Here, no one listens or tries
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| Only everyone is lying and pretending that we are in Parliament
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| And my face matches the pine on the pine
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| Europe holds us in its arms like sheep in a corral.
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| Give me a trick!
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| (not here.)
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| Something must!
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| How come others smell like perfume I stink of moisture?
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| I bathe in the sweat of my brow, I put it on the scales
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| All possibilities, I have no future
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| I only have a small rented apartment and a thin dream
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| In the evening, I spread my legs out of habit and because I have to
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| I can't tell him no, even if he drinks, he can be violent
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| It happens often, he loses his temper, it's not fair
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| To live with a bruise on my eye, in fear, both me and my daughter, and so on every night.
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| He has PTSD, a thank you note and a shrapnel in his leg
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| And I shattered the dream and place in line on the stock market…
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| SHOT:
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| Okay, I understand, but your depressed state doesn't make sense
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| You are healthy, maybe to have more children?
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| To entertain you a little, every problem is forgotten -
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| Raise a happy family, let that be your primary goal
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| Sex tool, husband breadwinner, so leave him alone
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| You are bored
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| (but doctor)
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| No, everything is clear to me, I understand your work
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| Go (but) go, have children and don’t complain
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| You know where you belong, we have nothing to talk about, goodbye! |