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- tutuklanmamak için akp'ye katılmak11
- komşuya kahveye gitmek8
- arkadaşlar kahve içiyorum5
- erdal beşikçioğlu16
- gece gece bana bi çakmak lazım diyen kız4
- en tehlikeli insan tipleri5
- kız arkadaşına mini etek giydiren erkek13
- yağmurcu neden akpli8
- hamama gitmek2
- iş ilanı2
- manifest4
- parmak kılları2
- tüik'in temmuz enflasyonu6
- nervio hamferdi10
- asgari ücretle çalışan yazarlar2
- taşaklardan birinin kayıp olması11
- mod geldi mod geldi4
- çok sıcak olması2
- askeri ücretle evlenebilir mi12
- 3 ağustos 20262
- sinem dedetaş10
- gammazların göze batması2
- ömer çelik'in ertuğrul özkök'e franco tepkisi3
- protein ağırlıklı beslenince yaşanan kabızlık15
- aklınıza gelen şarkı sözü10
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- çay içen kız13
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- 03 ağustos 2026 abd iran müzakereleri4
- isana3
- iş hayatı4
- sözlükler arası savaş çıksa11
- ütü13
- en son gelen mesaj2
- ali vefa10
- günün şarkısı2
- anın fotoğrafı14
- yazıp yazıp silmek2
- bir şeyler söyle5
- bennu gerede'nin boynunda taktığı vibratörlü kolye4
- uludağ sözlük çeteleri9
- cedidacer bey ne yapıyor sorusu7
- sözlük yazarlarının akşam yemekleri9
the shins in 2007 yapımı wincing the night away albümünden nefis bir parça. bulut etkisi yaratır.
frozen into coats,
white girls of the north,
fire past one, fire the one
they are the fabled lambs,
a sunday ham,
the ancient snow.
and they can float above the grass,
in circles if they tried,
a latent power i know they hide,
to keep some hope alive,
that a girl like i
could ever try,
could ever try.
so we just skirt the hallway signs,
a phantom and a fly,
follow the lines and wonder why
there's no connection.
and weakened falling eyes,
in cheap shots from the tribe,
and we're often in marcus’ porch again,
for another afternoon of the goat-head tunes,
and pilfered booze.
we wander through her mama's house,
the milk from the window lights,
family portrait circa ninety-five,
this is that foreign land,
with the sprayed on tans,
and it all feels fine,
be it silk or slime,
so, when they tap our mundane heads,
to zombie-walk in our stead,
this town seems hardly worth our time,
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
too fall along in our crime,
stepping over what now towers to the sky,
with no connection.
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
so, when they tap our mundane heads,
to zombie-walk in our stead,
this town seems hardly worth our time,
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
too fall along in our crime,
stepping over what now towers to the sky,
with no connection.
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo..
frozen into coats,
white girls of the north,
fire past one, fire the one
they are the fabled lambs,
a sunday ham,
the ancient snow.
and they can float above the grass,
in circles if they tried,
a latent power i know they hide,
to keep some hope alive,
that a girl like i
could ever try,
could ever try.
so we just skirt the hallway signs,
a phantom and a fly,
follow the lines and wonder why
there's no connection.
and weakened falling eyes,
in cheap shots from the tribe,
and we're often in marcus’ porch again,
for another afternoon of the goat-head tunes,
and pilfered booze.
we wander through her mama's house,
the milk from the window lights,
family portrait circa ninety-five,
this is that foreign land,
with the sprayed on tans,
and it all feels fine,
be it silk or slime,
so, when they tap our mundane heads,
to zombie-walk in our stead,
this town seems hardly worth our time,
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
too fall along in our crime,
stepping over what now towers to the sky,
with no connection.
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
so, when they tap our mundane heads,
to zombie-walk in our stead,
this town seems hardly worth our time,
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
too fall along in our crime,
stepping over what now towers to the sky,
with no connection.
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo..
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