bugün
- berkant gültekin'in gürsel tekin'e verdiği ayar5
- sözlük kızlarıyla tekne turuna çıkmak20
- sabah sözlüğe girenlerin kaliteli ve elit olması5
- kuran da 5 vakit namaz denmemesi4
- manifest grubu vs tarkan4
- yeni parti54
- ekmeleddin ihsanoğluna oy vermiş olmak12
- kemal kılıçdaroğlu15
- dansör3
- sinem dedetaş2
- kelmangeeee maaageeee kaakooo kaakooo2
- kedilerin artık fare yakalamaması2
- sözlük yazarlarına gelen son mesaj7
- hikayeyi devam ettir54
- en çaresiz hissettiğinde kime gidersin6
- gezi teknesinde kızlara dans eden erkek2
- iş yerindeki kızın resmen yavşaması2
- penis ağrısına iyi gelen şeyler2
- milliyetçi hareket partisi3
- alman finolarının ortak özellikleri2
- türbanlı kızla sevişmek2
- izmirlilerin bilmedikleri şeyler2
- nickten isim tahmini yapmak72
- çapulcuların kudurması3
- temmuz sonu olup hala tatile gidememek2
- sokakta kavga teknikleri16
- kılıçdaroğlu'nun rozet töreni figüran iddiası37
- oje kurutucu cila2
- pilot bir erkekle sevgili olmak12
- arkadaşlar bakar mısınız28
- bitkiler de acı çeker mi sorunsalı2
- geceleri uyutmayan dertler4
- mezoterapi11
- sözlük yazarlarının saatleri10
- beşiktaş ve galatasaray'ın radarındaki futbolcu2
- çekirge7
- büyük filmlerden büyük replikler3
- gününüz nasıl geçti bakalım9
- kızlar gocu'ya mı güvenirsiniz yoksa bana mı14
- 31 yaş sendromu5
- enteresan neden kavga yok6
- tekne turu11
- tai lung26
- kavganın kazananı yoktur6
- sözlükte polemiğe girmek istemeyen yazar7
- uysaljakoben17
- ev işlerinde eşine yardım eden erkek9
- sözlük kızlarının bugünkü kombinleri9
- kürk giyen erkek6
- üç harflilerden korkmak5
Bir emery şarkısıdır.
are you listening?
we write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the floor
headlights hammer the windows, we're locked behind these doors
and we are never leaving, this place is part of us
and all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch
my hands seem to deceive me
when i'm nervous or when i'm healthy.
the sceneries are drawn.
they hang here from the walls dear,
painting pictures, bleeding colors,
they're blank at the windows.
sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
your eyes see right through me.
these fights with your arms left beside.
it's one thing and one more says goodnight.
you've got the map come get to me.
these knuckles break before they bleed.
tear out these veins that own my heart.
this skin that wears your lasting marks.
i've built these walls come get to me, come get to me.
is this your lesson, a slight discretion,
the lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you.
lock the doors from the inside.
your face is so contagious, it wears announcements,
it leaves me breathless, i won't forget this.
i won't forget
sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
your eyes see right through me
let the walls have their say [let the walls have their say] [x4]...
there's no conversation, words without remorse
and this television drowns the only source
wake from these dreams of you in my arms
to the staircase where you hold my heart
this place, these walls mean everything to me.
are you listening?
we write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the floor
headlights hammer the windows, we're locked behind these doors
and we are never leaving, this place is part of us
and all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch
my hands seem to deceive me
when i'm nervous or when i'm healthy.
the sceneries are drawn.
they hang here from the walls dear,
painting pictures, bleeding colors,
they're blank at the windows.
sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
your eyes see right through me.
these fights with your arms left beside.
it's one thing and one more says goodnight.
you've got the map come get to me.
these knuckles break before they bleed.
tear out these veins that own my heart.
this skin that wears your lasting marks.
i've built these walls come get to me, come get to me.
is this your lesson, a slight discretion,
the lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you.
lock the doors from the inside.
your face is so contagious, it wears announcements,
it leaves me breathless, i won't forget this.
i won't forget
sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
your eyes see right through me
let the walls have their say [let the walls have their say] [x4]...
there's no conversation, words without remorse
and this television drowns the only source
wake from these dreams of you in my arms
to the staircase where you hold my heart
this place, these walls mean everything to me.
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