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No more, no more our joint
A very precious marble toilet is still here
Where two deciliters of beer cost like a pint before
And no one, no one laughs
I am sitting in a wide armchair
As if I'm on electric chair
How can I drink when everything is white
Like in hospital?
On the wall where we used to keep score
Of unleashed drinking
Now art works of some Croata hang
Instead of calendars with boobs
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Where the waitress with moustache
Wearing blue working shoes
Used to patiently listen to us
Now stands a small white computer
And the staff just like it
Replaces ashtrays like crazy
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