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- çalışmak özgürlük müdür5
- cıvık çift5
- üstteki yazar hakkında fikrini söyle17
- gocu'nun debeye girmesi2
- bir erkeği yakışıklı gösteren 3 şey6
- sebahattin şirin14
- blackberry7
- bu saatte yemek yemek4
- sözlükte kadın yazar olması5
- sözlük prenseslerinin fotoğrafları4
- canınız sıkılınca ne yapıyorsunuz4
- evleneceğiniz yazarı neye göre seçersiniz4
- arkadaşlar ben şişman miyim4
- beşer esad kardeşi ve kuzeninin ölüm cezası3
- 1 milyon dolar ama sözlükte nude'un dolaşacak6
- çerçeve yasa23
- sözlüğün en tipsiz kız yazarı8
- vize dolandırıcılarına 6 ilde operasyon2
- mony tontana3
- ırkınızı seçme şansınız olsaydı7
- tenis oynayan erkek4
- esrar içip müzik eşliğinde sevişmek8
- hiçbir servet zamanı satın alamaz11
- kumburgaz plajına gidecek olan gence tavsiyeler8
- renault 92
- su tabancasından su içen çocuk4
- ekşi sözlük referans18
- sözlüğün kapanması4
- kalp krizi8
- sözlük yakışıklıların fotoğrafları9
- apo piçtir piç kalacak12
- anın görüntüsü15
- dümbük2
- romelu lukaku7
- estetik ameliyat olan kişiyi ziyaret etmek3
- milliyetçi faşistlerin pkk biter korkusu12
- burçlara inanmak3
- profilini gizli tutma nedeni9
- malum takımın azalarak bitecek olması6
- havanın bir milyon derece olması2
- sanayi devrimi olmayaydı daha iyiydi aga2
- nokia 32102
- evleneceği kadının geçmişini merak etmeyen erkek2
- pipisiyle düşünenler buraya2
- eski türkiye5
- türk milletine kurulan pusu7
- beyaz atletle balkonda çay içme sezonunun açılması2
- karpuz yiyen erkek2
- z jenerasyonunun önceki nesilden az zekalı olması4
- allah'ın delili hazreti mehdi5
marillion'un 1983'te çıkardığı muhteşem bir albüm, aynı zamanda albümün muhteşem olan açılış şarkısı.
sözleri de şu şekildedir
so here i am once more in the playground of the broken hearts,
one more experience, one more entry in a diary, self penned
yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
too late to say i love you, too late to restage the play
abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday.
i'm losing on the swings, i'm losing on the roundabouts
too much, too soon, too far, to go,
too late to play, the game is over.
so here i am once more in the playground of the broken hearts,
i'm losing on the swings, i'm losing on the roundabouts the game is over
yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
i'm losing on the swings, i'm lossing
on the roundabouts, the game is over
too late to say i love you, too late to restage the play
the game is over.
i act the role in classic style of
a martyr carved with a twisted smile
to bleed the lyric for this song
to write the rites to right my wrongs
an epitaph to a broken dream to
exorcise this silent scream
a scream that's borne from sorrow.
i never did write that love song the words just never seemed to flow
no sad in reflection did i gaze through perfection
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
promised wedding now a wake
the fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
as you grow up and leave the playground where you kissed your prince
and found your frog, remember the jester that showed
you tears, the script for tears.
so i'll hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
in the silence of my shame the mute that sang the siren's
song has gone solo in the game i've gone solo in the game
but the game is over
can you still say you love me can you still say you love me
can you still say that you love me.
so here i am once more in the playground of the broken hearts,
one more experience, one more entry in a diary, self penned
yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
too late to say i love you, too late to restage the play
abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday.
i'm losing on the swings, i'm losing on the roundabouts
too much, too soon, too far, to go,
too late to play, the game is over.
so here i am once more in the playground of the broken hearts,
i'm losing on the swings, i'm losing on the roundabouts the game is over
yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
i'm losing on the swings, i'm lossing
on the roundabouts, the game is over
too late to say i love you, too late to restage the play
the game is over.
i act the role in classic style of
a martyr carved with a twisted smile
to bleed the lyric for this song
to write the rites to right my wrongs
an epitaph to a broken dream to
exorcise this silent scream
a scream that's borne from sorrow.
i never did write that love song the words just never seemed to flow
no sad in reflection did i gaze through perfection
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
promised wedding now a wake
the fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
as you grow up and leave the playground where you kissed your prince
and found your frog, remember the jester that showed
you tears, the script for tears.
so i'll hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
in the silence of my shame the mute that sang the siren's
song has gone solo in the game i've gone solo in the game
but the game is over
can you still say you love me can you still say you love me
can you still say that you love me.
game is over diye bağırırken baba, tüylerimizi diken diken eden şarkıdır.
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