| There’re narrow dirty streets
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| There’s a dim sun and daily fights
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| There’re so many small concerns
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| And only dreams make spirits bright
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| The dreams of crocodile hunting among the palm-trees
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| Crocodile hunting shall never cease
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| A lot of problems wrack my brain
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| I always have an aching head
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| I hope for the best in vain
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| I only can go to bed
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| I see crocodile hunting among the palm-trees
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| Crocodile hunting shall never cease
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| For me it’s clear as day
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| I’ll perish in this dirty city
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| I’m happy when I sleep: Oh dear!
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| I have to wake up. |
| What a pity!
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| Goodbye crocodile hunting among the palm-trees
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| Crocodile hunting shall never cease |