| He thought Friday would be better
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| that tomorrow is not a working Saturday
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| good God, he continued the thought
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| the night is too cold
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| But then God turned his back on him
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| at half past two the third shift awaited him
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| third shift, going on the road
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| on the way to the center of the mother earth
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| Where did you come from, at half past two?
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| raspotocje gori
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| to mu cu zena Vinka,
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| panic and shout
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| on the table two bowls
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| and telegrams of sympathy
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| His spirit is now watching TV
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| he laughs at charity concerts
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| his spirit wanders the castles
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| revolutionaries of the fifty-some
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| his spirit frightens their little children
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| but what's worth it to him
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| not even those children
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| they no longer believe in ghosts
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| Where did you come from, at half past two?
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| raspotocje gori
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| to mu cu zena Vinka,
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| panic and shout
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| on the table two bowls
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| and telegrams of sympathy
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| Dad used to talk to me too
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| that Zil Vern is a waste of fat
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| and that no one will ever arrive
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| in the center of the mother earth
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| and that no one will ever acquire
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| in the center of the mother earth
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| that the third shift will not arrive
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| that department will not arrive
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| Where did you come from, at half past two?
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| raspotocje gori
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| to mu cu zena Vinka,
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| panic and shout
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| on the table two bowls
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| and telegrams of sympathy
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| Road to the center of the Kreka Banovici mine
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| Road to the center of the Kreka Banovici mine
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| Road to the center of the Kreka Banovici mine
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| Road to the center of the Kreka Banovici mine |