This morning a cruiser sailed into the bay again
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Thousands of Baba Svabica are snuggling through the city
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Two crawls for an hour, through the narrow streets of the crowd
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I also saw two black women, but they were ugly
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What is this, buddy, you can't breathe?
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And then someone calls this elite tourism
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If it looks like this, let it all fall apart
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And I'll pack up and move to Risan
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Everyone has at least a Cannon Mark 2
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And they don't leave 5 euros or at least two in the city
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Tell me what benefit I have, I want to know
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Why do I push with strangers all day
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Wherever I turn, only grandparents
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Traffic collapses, and queues in front of the store
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It takes me centuries to cross the Riva
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I mean, come home, calm sea and good luck to you (mrs)
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What the fuck is this
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I heard on the news half-conscious this morning
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That three cruisers will be located on the Riva
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I want to eat a tablet and start hanging up
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If I'm late because of the traffic jam
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Smog in the tunnel, from the noise of the eardrum rumble
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The other way around when I go home
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It will boil the car because it is abnormally hot
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While foreigners pass the road to enter the city
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To stab coffee, a glass of water and a newspaper
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I don't believe it, because there are hundreds of old people
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Guides carry some boards, we walk like bottles
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Appliances, ice cream and popcorn are snapping
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Modern tourists with masks and umbrellas
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And socks with sandals look good on them
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We gather in the city, everyday life is standard
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I forget if I'm on my own or if I'm coming back now
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What the fuck is this |