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Verba volant, scripta manent

15 Mayıs 2014 Perşembe

sürur

"yep mummy there's no cleid up in the sky"

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gözün değsin kuyumuma,
huzurla uyanasım var...

sen sevgili,
bunu bilesim var...



she comes back to tell me she's gone 
as if i didn't know that 
as if i didn't know my own bed 
as if i'd never noticed 
the way she brushed her hair from her forehead 
and she said losing love 
is like a window in your heart 
everybody sees you're blown apart 
everybody sees the wind blow 



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