| I had nothing to do, I was dying of longing
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| With a hangover, the blood pressed hard on my temples
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| And there was nothing to hangover for - in the pocket of a golyak
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| Neighbors don't let me either, even though I twisted them this way and that
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| I climbed into the pantry, hoping to drive something
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| I began to delve into my trash, not to die from a hangover
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| I caught my eye on an old dirty sweaty sock
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| And in it I found an old, previously stashed piece
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| Why, dear, did I squeeze you in before inflation?
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| Why did he keep you in a sock?
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| Yes, it would be better if I drank hard for a week at the expense of you,
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| But I actually forgot about you!
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| I used to load big bags for you
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| I dug graves and trenches for you for days
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| I didn’t eat, I didn’t drink, for which I grabbed an ulcer
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| I didn't buy anything for you, damn it, for myself, damn it!
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| Why, dear, did I squeeze you in before inflation?
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| Why did he keep you in a sock?
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| Yes, it would be better if I had a famous party with you and my friends,
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| But I actually forgot about you!
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| Out of anger, I hit my already sore head
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| Out of anger, I bit off all the buttons on my sleeve
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| Now you can only wipe something
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| Now you can be twisted with a tube and lifted somewhere
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| Why, dear, did I squeeze you in before inflation?
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| Why did he keep you in a sock?!
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| Yes, it would be better if I took a dude to a restaurant with you,
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| But I actually forgot about you!
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| Why, dear, did I squeeze you in before inflation?
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| Why did he keep you in a sock?!
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| Yes, it would be better if I took a dude to a restaurant with you,
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| But I actually forgot about you! |