To sam ja, to sam ja, to sam ja
U rupi bez dna
Mokar sam od tebe
Mokar od praštanja
Ona zna, ona zna, ona uvek zna
Oblik mojih ruku
Oblik mojih pitanja
I svaki put kad krenem
u neki novi, opasan grad
Nailazim na sebe
To sam ja, to sam ja, to sam ja
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