14 Aralık 2009

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..sussam..

..gözlerimi kapasam..

..rüyalarımda olur musun hep?..

..çok mu fazla?..

..çok mu ağır gelir?..

..ne dersin?..

..garantisi var mı bunun?..

..bir ışık gibi dururmusun hep yanımda, yolumu aydınlatmaya?..
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Adsız dedi ki...

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time
And I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.

Music played and people say
Just for me the churchbell rang
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

17 Aralık 2009 14:01
FuLL** Şizofrenik HayaLLer ve HayatLar dedi ki...

..seni seviyorum..

18 Aralık 2009 19:25

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