bugün
- masada aniden ayağa kalkıp şiir okuyan erkek14
- cumartesi kahvaltısı5
- sözlükte ne değişti5
- intihar düşüncesi4
- cumartesi günü sözlükte takılan asosyaller2
- insan olmaya ceyrek kala11
- zalbert ramstein6
- uludağ itiraf17
- arkadaşlar ben yine kilo aldım ya17
- sevgiliyle kavga etmeyi özlemek2
- ölümden korkuyor musunuz12
- hafızayı sildirmek7
- queen feristah15
- seninleyken kendim olabiliyorum4
- hava su ateş toprak2
- bara giden erkeğin asıl amacı7
- türkşad kunthan uçuk2
- mazotun yarım litresi 50 tl25
- hoşlanılan kızın küçük erkek kardeşi2
- hiç bir diktatör iç savaş çıkarmadan gitmez11
- bir bela geliyor28
- ayı dövmenin aslında zor olmaması10
- fusya semsiyeli yabanci20
- gocu43
- anneanne2
- işiniz gücünüz yok mu11
- twitter hassasiyetçisi kadıköy feministi2
- erkeklerin her konuşmayı flörte bağlaması6
- karı diyen öküzleri gırtlaklama isteği10
- melatonin3
- gecenin şarkısı18
- ayıyla güreşmek7
- ghost rider2
- sözlük yazarlarının gerçek adları41
- bir kadın uğruna hayatını değiştirmek5
- fahiş fiyat soruşturmasında 40 tutuklama2
- sözlükte en çok sevdiğiniz olay7
- erkekler neden evlenmek ister15
- apo'nun villası11
- sözlükten korkmak5
- kürdü sevin21
- açık oylayan favlayan msj atan nickaltı giren kız6
- kendin hakkında bir entry bırak9
- insanları imcitmeyi havalı bir şey sanan ibneler6
- 195 kaslı pilot14
- arkadaşlar çabuk buraya bakın5
- donald trump'un türk askerini övmesi10
- mazotun litresi 101 lira35
- matrix te yaşadığımız gerçeği4
- uludağ sözlük evreni8
remedy lane albumunden olunesi pain of salvation parcası. second love ve beyond the pale ile albumun en iyisi.
sozleri:
and so i find myself here once again - first step down remedy lane
budapest you tore my world apart - well, here i am
worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes
but now i'm back to shake that from my life
ending theme, ending theme
ripping at the seams, for an opening
back again at deak ter - i know i could have left her here
it was the feeling of leaving myself that i could not bear
the same old hotel room in pest one night before the sziget fest
hungarian princess will you share my rest?
to rest my...
ending theme
ending theme
ripping at the seams, for an opening
to be honest i don't know what i'm looking for - who to be
sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door
and i have left all i thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me
that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss i don't know, i just don't know
'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and i think what if i'm simply depressed?
blind, just finding rest from my mind here in budapest?
confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss?
and mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true
with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? i don't know
but i saw so much of me in you, the me i've missed, the young and free in you
but still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you
but i guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear
beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, i fear i just don't know
ending theme
ending theme
fanning flames to dreams of belonging
ending theme
ending theme
ripping at the seams, for an opening
to be honest i don't know what i'm looking for...
living here, watching you leave trough that door
sozleri:
and so i find myself here once again - first step down remedy lane
budapest you tore my world apart - well, here i am
worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes
but now i'm back to shake that from my life
ending theme, ending theme
ripping at the seams, for an opening
back again at deak ter - i know i could have left her here
it was the feeling of leaving myself that i could not bear
the same old hotel room in pest one night before the sziget fest
hungarian princess will you share my rest?
to rest my...
ending theme
ending theme
ripping at the seams, for an opening
to be honest i don't know what i'm looking for - who to be
sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door
and i have left all i thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me
that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss i don't know, i just don't know
'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and i think what if i'm simply depressed?
blind, just finding rest from my mind here in budapest?
confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss?
and mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true
with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? i don't know
but i saw so much of me in you, the me i've missed, the young and free in you
but still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you
but i guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear
beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, i fear i just don't know
ending theme
ending theme
fanning flames to dreams of belonging
ending theme
ending theme
ripping at the seams, for an opening
to be honest i don't know what i'm looking for...
living here, watching you leave trough that door
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