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Back when I was young and crazy, as they say, |
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But sure, I worked pretty hard, yeah. |
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Stole some money from my mom, and I hit the road to Leningrad. |
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I get stopped on the next train stop, in the middle of rural Ukraine. |
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This is how it's all begun, |
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And I will tell this story of a true rebellion. |
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Hoya hoya hoya |
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Moya paranoia. |
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(enough paranoia.) |
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Maybe I'm a man who is propelled, |
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Spinning circles of his doom. |
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Or maybe I'm just paranoid, |
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placed by the lord in this room. |
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And a bottle will always be my cover. |
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All of your eyebrows, will you please untie. |
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And if there's any room for a Roma, |
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What else is there left to romanticize? |
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Hoya, hoya, hoya |
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moya paranoia |
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This is only when I'm drunk, |
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Or do I see things any clearly? |
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It's just like when one is dyslexic. |
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Whatever, I will stay discivil! |
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Hoya hoya hoya |
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Moya paranoia. |
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No ti dura. |
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(you're a dumb broad.) |
