| Nothing to do, not to worry
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| Drink cool beer in the shade
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| Lie in the grass, count the clouds
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| To be naked and happy
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| Do nothing, have addictions
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| Shirk wherever you can
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| To laze around, kiss the world
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| Good Lord, let us
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| The train rides from a distance, waiting for no one
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| Conductor gracious, but not to Warsaw
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| The train rides from a distance, waiting for no one
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| Conductor gracious, but not to Warsaw
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| Nothing to do, not to worry
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| Drink cool beer in the shade
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| Lie in the grass, count the clouds
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| To be naked and happy
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| And privately to be blonde
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| To have forest hair on my head
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| And on the four-poster bed
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| to do something more than once
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| The train rides from a distance, waiting for no one
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| Conductor gracious, but not to Warsaw
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| The train rides from a distance, waiting for no one
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| Conductor gracious, but not to Warsaw
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| Be, moreover, what hurts us
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| What only ridicule us
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| Drink a barrel of salt with the enemy
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| Good Lord, let us
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| Don't watch the news
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| A few guests shout "pass"
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| Gnaw the goldfish's bones
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| for what she brought us
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| The train rides from a distance, waiting for no one
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| Conductor gracious, but not to Warsaw
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| The train rides from a distance, waiting for no one
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| Conductor gracious, but not to Warsaw
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| No no no no no
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| but not to Warsaw
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| No no no no no
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| but not to Warsaw
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| No no no no no
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| but not to Warsaw |