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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Oh no}
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[by=Gogol Bordello,cov=gypsy-punks]
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\cover
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\gtab{Mim}{7:X02210}
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\gtab{Si}{7:022100}
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\gtab{La}{5:022100}
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\gtab{Sol}{3:022100}
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\musicnote{Intro: Mim}
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\beginverse
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Sometimes when facing common \[Si]trouble
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When whole town is \[Mim]screwed
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We become actually \[Si]human
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Act like Prometheus \[Mim]would
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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Suddenly there is more \[La]humor
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And a party tabor \[Sol]style
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People ringing one an\[Si]other
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``Yo man, how was your black\[Mim]out?''
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Suddenly there is more music
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Made with buckets in a park
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Girls are dancing with the flashlights
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I got only one guitar
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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And you see brothers and sisters
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All engaged in sport of help
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Making merry out of nothing
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Like in refugee camp
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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Oh yeah, oh \[Ré]no, it \[Si]doesn't have to be \[Mim]so
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It is possible any \[Si]time anywhere
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Even without any \[Mim]dough
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Oh yeah, oh \[Ré]no, it \[Si]doesn't have to be \[Mim]so
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The forces of \[Si]creative mind are unstopapapapa\[Mim]bable!
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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And you think, alright now people
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They have finally woke up
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But as soon as trouble over
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Watch them take another nap
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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Now nobody's making merry
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Only trotting scared of boss
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Everybody's making hurry
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For some old forgotten cause
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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But one thing surely eternal
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It's condition of a man
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Who don't know where he is going
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Who don't know where does he stand
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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Who's dream power is a bottle
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Put away in dry dark place
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Who's youth power is well buried
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Under propaganda waves
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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Who's dream life in opposition
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To the life during the day
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Who's beaten down in believing
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It just kinda goes this way!
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\endverse
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\endsong
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