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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Hoya 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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hoya 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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hoya paranoia.
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No ti dura.
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(you're a dumb broad.)
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Gogol Bordello. Unintelligible lyrics are unintelligible.
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Nomadic Chronicle
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| Gogol Bordello |
