| Olelole, I've been writing you a song for nine days
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| I grind filigree details
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| Lower, but nothing from the necklace
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| It won't go well
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| Olelole, I'm imposing some rhythm of the march
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| Crazy people worship like shit
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| They sing songs with a lot of falsehoods
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| I'm on my own
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| Ole, I need to burn the tambourine
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| Like those Viking ships
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| Let go of the river, then regret it
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| Let the devil find her
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| Lole, let me have another one
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| I dreamed of a drought again
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| So let go of the Gypsies again
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| For my Soul
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| Lole
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| Lole, do you have anyone in the world
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| Or could you come with me?
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| Let's change the planet
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| I'm posting tomorrow
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| Olelole, just look at what they're doing to us
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| We are a point on the map of Heaven
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| Put barricades in front of the bed
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| And peaceful Bačka!
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| Lole, the madness has just cleared up
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| We are just close to meaning
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| Here are the next fakes
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| While you said pixels
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| Lole, let me have another one
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| I dreamed of a drought again
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| So let go of Gypsy again
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| For my Soul
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| `Come on!
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| Olelole, the moon is shining like a medallion
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| But he is watching something arrogantly
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| Star battalion lined up
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| You miss that show
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| Olelole, you don't care, you're listening to the pillow
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| You squeeze that silk like pliers
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| You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh?
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| Oh, my God, what a mess!
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| Ole, today I am full of some Spain
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| I have lived there three times
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| Do you doubt your lives before ?!
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| If, just laugh!
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| Lole, let me have another one
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| I dreamed of a drought again
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| So let go of the Gypsies again
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| For my Soul…
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| Olelole, I need to burn the tambourine
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| Like those Viking ships
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| Let go of the river, then regret it
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| Let the devil find her
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| Lole, let me have another one
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| I dreamed of a drought again
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| So let go of the Gypsies again
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| For my Soul, my Lole
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| Ole, today I am full of some Spain
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| I have lived there three times
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| Do you doubt your lives before ?!
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| If, just laugh!
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| Lole, let me have another one
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| I dreamed of a drought again
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| So let go of the Gypsies again
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| For my black Soul…
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| My lole! |