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At the airport customs they pulled me in |
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But I swallowed the drugs before the cops found 'em |
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Got so damn high I couldn't spin |
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And as we pulled outta Bucharest I was still tripping |
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Half liters in the back of the car |
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With my brothers and sisters down to the Stroeja |
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Mangled all night to the gypsy punk |
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We flipped the switch we ran the dub |
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We had the car bombs the white poison too |
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From the front to the back had the whole damn crew |
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And when we shut her down at the break of dawn |
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Passed out on the couch with my clothes still on man |
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Side by side out looking for salvation |
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Brothers and sisters we run this operation |
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And as the sun comes up I wonder to the sea |
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And I wash my sins away in Thessaloniki |
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Through the city streets we drank and talked |
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Rocked the basements climbed the walls |
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Locked the hotel doors till the maids went nuts |
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Hooked up downtown for a liquid luncheon |
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From the pearl of the east to the riviera |
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Man we rocked the dubstep the ska and punk |
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Seaside to seaside bar to club |
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Pass the bottle till you pass out |
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Wake the fuck up |
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Sitting in the car again |
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Wonder what tomorrow brings |
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Stagger up behind the decks |
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Feeling like a flipping wreck |