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CBack when I was young and cGrazy, as they say, AmBut sure, I wForked pretty hard, yeah. CStole some money from my mGom, and I hAmit the road to LeFningrad. CI get stopped on the next traiGn stop, in tAmhe middle of ruraFl Ukraine. CThis is how it's all bGegun, AmAnd I will tell this story oFf a true rebellion.
CHoya hoGya hAmoya FHoya paranoia. (enough paranoia.)
Maybe I'm a man who is propelled, Spinning circles of his doom. Or maybe I'm just paranoid, placed by the lord in this room. And a bottle will always be my cover. All of your eyebrows, will you please untie. And if there's any room for a Roma, What else is there left to romanticize? Hoya, hoya, hoya hoya paranoia This is only when I'm drunk, Or do I see things any clearly? It's just like when one is dyslexic. Whatever, I will stay discivil! Hoya hoya hoya hoya paranoia. No ti dura. (you're a dumb broad.) Gogol Bordello. Unintelligible lyrics are unintelligible.