In a certain city that lies out there somewhere
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Between Szklarska Poręba and Gdynia
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You lived, which you enjoyed among the ladies
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Deservedly the worst opinion
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It would be difficult to find any advantages in it
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But he developed his faults persistently
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So the girls didn't hide at all either
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What do they think of people like him
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They told him he was a villain, they told him he was a bastard
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That such a thing, that just wave your hand at him
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They said to him: Go away! |
They said to him: Ah you!
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They spoke once and a hundred for so many, so many days
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Though it's hard to expect from a rogue
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That something of the truth would reach him
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That he feels what's at the bottom of it
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That he would understand that he already knows everything ...
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They said to him: Go away!
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They said to him: Ah you!
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They spoke once and a hundred
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For so many days
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You need strength to change this world
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Where would the girl get so much strength from?
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Words of truth that have been spoken for years
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Maybe they would even change him ...
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Only he was looking at them like that
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That it was getting somehow different
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And those words that meant something
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It suddenly meant not that
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They told him he was a villain
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They told him he was a bastard
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That whatever
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Just to wave your hand at him
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They said to him: Go away!
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They said to him: Ah, you!
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They spoke once and a hundred
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For so many days
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And who would expect a thief
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That something of the truth would reach him
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That he feels what's at the bottom of it
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That he would understand, and who knows
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They said to him: Go away!
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They said to him: Ah, you!
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And something has changed
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And then they followed him
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They told him he was a villain
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They told him he was a bastard
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That whatever
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Just to wave your hand at him
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