bugün
- meal kuran değildir21
- kendini anlatamamak6
- bir erkek ve bir kız arkadaş olabilir mi4
- memiktolar da tombiktoymuş3
- geceye 90 lardan bir şarkı bırak3
- kız arkadaş kiralamak8
- uçan spagetti canavarının kutsal kitabı3
- kemal kılıçdaroğlu7
- beni tanıdılar siz kaçın3
- kadın yazarların daha çok beğeni alması3
- sanattan anlayan erkek2
- libidonuz yükselince ne yapıyorsunuz3
- seri gizli artı oy veren melek5
- iremga11
- acil iş fikri lazım arkadaşlar16
- danimarka da askerlik süresinin 11 aya çıkarılması4
- sözlüğe yazma nedenleri2
- obsession film2
- afrika nasıl kalkınabilir15
- birinin size söylediği en kırıcı şey nedir6
- kocasını döven kadın3
- son harfi uzatarak yazmak3
- uygulamadan market siparişi vermek3
- bir dakikada yapılacak güzel yemekler4
- murphy kanunları2
- artuklu ünv tespih tasarımı ve imalatı bölümü3
- bayan kelimesi neden rahatsız edici27
- neden bu kadar sıkıcısınız lan2
- tahir sarıkaya2
- had bildirmek7
- sigarayı bırakmak4
- pos bozuk ibanıma at diyen esnaf2
- 8 ayda 20 nin üzerinde teklif alan erkek4
- arkadaşlar bakar mısınız9
- maliye baskını yemiş esnaf çaresizliği2
- kadınların acımasız olması2
- imamoğlu'nun tutukluluğunun 100 günü16
- gitarın sesinin bağlamadan yumuşak olması3
- gammazların korkutma taktiği2
- arkadaşlar sizce nasıl olmuş3
- çocuk2
- enel hak6
- japonların yalnızlığı sevmesi2
- bulgaristan6
- hak mezheplerin hak olduğunu kim söylüyor3
- sözlüğün en hamarat kızı2
- arkadaşlar hesabımı silesim var ya4
- bennu gerede4
- romanya'dan türkiye'ye gitmek2
- aylık 437 bin lira iyi para mıdır sorunsalı2
harvey danger şarkısı. çok eğlecelidir.
I had visions, I was in them;
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me.
Fingertips have memories
Mine can't forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes
(but no one ever does)
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell.
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs, now I'm an amputee, God damn you
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well
I wanna publish 'zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind, mind
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's coming to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm running underground with the moles (digging holes)
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring;
But if you're bored, then you're boring.
The agony and the irony: they're killing me (whoa).
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live this well
(one, two, three, four)
I had visions, I was in them;
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me.
Fingertips have memories
Mine can't forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes
(but no one ever does)
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell.
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs, now I'm an amputee, God damn you
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well
I wanna publish 'zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind, mind
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's coming to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm running underground with the moles (digging holes)
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring;
But if you're bored, then you're boring.
The agony and the irony: they're killing me (whoa).
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live this well
(one, two, three, four)
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