bugün
- canımın yubari kavunu çekmesi7
- sözlük yazarlarının kombinleri5
- ibadethanelerin ürkünç olması7
- dünya asla vazgeçme günü5
- 18 ağustos 2026 fenerbahçe lyon maçı20
- gece pencereyi açık unutup yatmak5
- adana kebap10
- burası instagram değil sözlük2
- eyvah karakollara düştük2
- arkadaşlar sizce bu balık mı rihanna mı3
- ilk öpüştüğüm kız2
- insanın ilkel olduğunu kanıtlayan hede2
- ince memed2
- eczacının sağlıklı günler demesi2
- kimi yahudiler2
- osuruktan şiirler41
- başa dönüp aynı hataları yine ama daha iyi yapmak2
- türkiyenin ukraynaya füze satışına putin uyardı2
- gece sokaklarda dolaşıp kedi ve köpekleri sevmek3
- irfan can kahveci4
- erdoğan ve trump'ın kritik görüşmesi2
- okul kıyafeti zorunluluğu4
- hp omnibook 5 flip 143
- kanal ayarlama 1500 lira11
- ben geldim kerkenezler18
- sözlükten soğuma nedenleri17
- claudian clouds22
- devletin temeli adalettir9
- herşeye x projesi diyip rahatlıyoruz2
- açılım5
- iyi parti17
- simko315
- sözlüğün en sevilmeyen yazarları9
- oyları bölmeyin diyen tipler nerde6
- karınızın mini giymesine izin verir misiniz6
- velvet'in aylık geliri6
- kısır9
- ikizler burcu erkeği akrep kadını ilişkisi10
- alttaki yazara motto ver15
- buluşulan sözlük beyinin 16 yaşında çıkması6
- ırkınızı seçme şansınız olsaydı31
- 777 diyen erkolar8
- yapay zekaya entry yazdıran yazar7
- çerçeve yasa29
- marmara denizi ne yapay ay yıldızlı iki ada2
- amedspor14
- küçük sürprizler yapmak5
- sürekli türkçülerin soyunu araştıran kürtçü10
- kumburgaz plajına gidecek olan gence tavsiyeler27
- akrep burcu kini8
the cure şarkısı.
it doesn't matter if we all die
ambition in the back of a black car
in a high building there is so much to do
going home time
a story on the radio
something small falls out of your mouth
and we laugh
a prayer for something better
a prayer
for something better
please love me
meet my mother
but the fear takes hold
creeping up the stairs in the dark
waiting for the death blow
waiting for the death blow
waiting for the death blow
stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
fighting for freedom on television
sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
have we got everything?
she struggles to get away . . .
the pain
and the creeping feeling
a little black haired girl
waiting for saturday
the death of her father pushing her
pushing her white face into the mirror
aching inside me
and turn me round
just like the old days
just like the old days
just like the old days
just like the old days
caressing an old man
and painting a lifeless face
just a piece of new meat in a clean room
the soldiers close in under a yellow moon
all shadows and deliverance
under a black flag
a hundred years of blood
crimson
the ribbon tightens round my throat
i open my mouth
and my head bursts open
a sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
thrashing in the water
over and over
we die one after the other
over and over
we die one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
it feels like a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
one hundred years
(bkz: pornography)
it doesn't matter if we all die
ambition in the back of a black car
in a high building there is so much to do
going home time
a story on the radio
something small falls out of your mouth
and we laugh
a prayer for something better
a prayer
for something better
please love me
meet my mother
but the fear takes hold
creeping up the stairs in the dark
waiting for the death blow
waiting for the death blow
waiting for the death blow
stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
fighting for freedom on television
sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
have we got everything?
she struggles to get away . . .
the pain
and the creeping feeling
a little black haired girl
waiting for saturday
the death of her father pushing her
pushing her white face into the mirror
aching inside me
and turn me round
just like the old days
just like the old days
just like the old days
just like the old days
caressing an old man
and painting a lifeless face
just a piece of new meat in a clean room
the soldiers close in under a yellow moon
all shadows and deliverance
under a black flag
a hundred years of blood
crimson
the ribbon tightens round my throat
i open my mouth
and my head bursts open
a sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
thrashing in the water
over and over
we die one after the other
over and over
we die one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
it feels like a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
one hundred years
(bkz: pornography)
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