bugün
- renault 94
- yapay zekadan akıl almak3
- arabada sigara içilir mi3
- o senden daha çok korkuyor2
- whatsapp ta profil fotoğrafı koymayan insan2
- eline krem süren erkek2
- sözlük kızı ile kavga etmek3
- uzmanı olunmayan konuda susmamak2
- hiçbir servet zamanı satın alamaz15
- ortanca çocuk günü2
- anderson talisca4
- çarşaf peçe türbanın hıristiyan kıyafeti olması3
- ciddi ilişki yaşayamamak3
- zorunlu eğitim12
- havanın bir milyon derece olması3
- yani kısaca deriz ki2
- beşer esad kardeşi ve kuzeninin ölüm cezası4
- 6 aylık ev kiralamak2
- imam malik2
- evleneceğiniz yazarı neye göre seçersiniz6
- üstteki yazar hakkında fikrini söyle15
- reenkarnasyon gerçek olsaydı intihar oranları2
- balık etli kızların zayıflardan daha çekici olması3
- bir şeyler söyle3
- sebahattin şirin14
- pınar altuğ'un prime döneminin bitmesi2
- şeyh galip2
- toprağı bol olsun2
- çerçeve yasa22
- çalışmak özgürlük müdür5
- apo piçtir piç kalacak12
- 1 milyon dolar ama sözlükte nude'un dolaşacak7
- bir erkeği yakışıklı gösteren 3 şey6
- cıvık çift5
- esrar içip müzik eşliğinde sevişmek8
- sözlük yakışıklıların fotoğrafları9
- sözlüğün en tipsiz kız yazarı8
- blackberry6
- milliyetçi faşistlerin pkk biter korkusu12
- velvet5
- kalp krizi8
- sözlükte kadın yazar olması5
- ekşi sözlük referans18
- ırkınızı seçme şansınız olsaydı7
- kumburgaz plajına gidecek olan gence tavsiyeler8
- profilini gizli tutma nedeni9
- anın görüntüsü15
- bu saatte yemek yemek4
- romelu lukaku7
- canınız sıkılınca ne yapıyorsunuz4
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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