bugün
- ben aquila bicipite sorularınızı yanıtlıyorum26
- kızlara bişey soracağım erkekler gelmesin11
- ayı saldırınca yapılması gerekenler13
- sinirli kadını sakinleştirmenin yolları14
- türkiye dünyanın 16 avrupa'nın 6 ekonomisidir2
- uysaljakoben21
- gece yarısı çalan telefon7
- gammaz olmuşum13
- kadınların zeka seviyesi3
- ilşkisini herkese anlatan kızlar7
- denize sıfır bir ev sahibi olmak3
- kızların sözlüğü erkek düşürmek için kullanması7
- kadın mı erkek mi belli olmayan yazarlar21
- koca2
- reha muhtar25
- aquila bicipite8
- çıplak ayakla misafir karşısına çıkmaya utanmak3
- uyuşturucu kullanan oğlunu öldüren baba7
- geceye bir söz bırak3
- başımın tatlı tatlı dönmesi4
- yüzüklerin efendisi abartılmış boktan bi filmdir4
- minyon kadın siniri5
- eski dizileri izlemek3
- aşık olunca yapılan salaklıklar3
- osuruk kokusunun kalıcılık süresi6
- kel erkek3
- ankarada masaj yaptırmak2
- kadınların erkeklerde aradıkları şeyler2
- bir erkeğin instagram kullanma amacı2
- hiç evlenemeyecek gibi hissetmek4
- daha önce erkeklerle aynı ortamda oturmuş kız2
- samsun da elektrik akımına kapılan 3 işçinin ölümü2
- kemal kılıçdaroğlu35
- ona bir şey söyle16
- elit olmak için gerekenler13
- herkes eski nikini yazsın bitsin bu eziyet11
- güzel ayaklar mevsiminin gelmesi9
- ekşi sözlükte 2 yıldır çaylak olmak2
- bir kadına alınabilecek en güzel hediye7
- yazarların 2005 yılı maaşları7
- toplu taşımaya binen kızın asıl amacı4
- bizim delilere bakayım4
- gocu26
- ikinci evliliği yapanları anlayamamak21
- yemek yemek mi güzel giyinmek mi5
- benim başaklarımı görmek ister misiniz3
- gençler iş beğenmiyor3
- 20'li yaşlarınızın başları nasıl geçti6
- hapse düşünce hemen koğuş ağasını dövmek9
- gecenin şarkısı4
a weekend in the city albümünün son şarkısı. bloc party.
sözler:
walking in the countryside
it seems that the winds have stopped
i took down the posters down from my wall
left letters for you all
i remember moments of happiness
endless summers acoustic guitars
being a man made me coarse
when i wanted to be delicate
i called up eugene told him i was drowning
i called up eugene told him i was drowning
like a castaway on a warm ocean
waiting for purpose to rise
they say it’s not becoming
for a boy of my age
ıf u want to know what makes me sad
well its hope, the endurance of faith
a battle that lasts a lifetime
a fight that never ends
walking in the countryside
ıt seems that the winds have stopped
tell my mother i am sorry
and i loved her
we were lovers
we meet inside the café
the air is thick like hospital
choked by the gold on your finger
we were lovers
bury the thoughts that resurface
those hands were mine
and now our love has been forgotten
like it was never there
we're just sitting here like strangers
you gave me yourself for just a little while
but it was you, it was really you
staring into my coffee
it is not black just a shade of brown
too scared to let our eyes meet
what will we see?
the space between us
will not be beat
oceans and past lives
we were lovers
sözler:
walking in the countryside
it seems that the winds have stopped
i took down the posters down from my wall
left letters for you all
i remember moments of happiness
endless summers acoustic guitars
being a man made me coarse
when i wanted to be delicate
i called up eugene told him i was drowning
i called up eugene told him i was drowning
like a castaway on a warm ocean
waiting for purpose to rise
they say it’s not becoming
for a boy of my age
ıf u want to know what makes me sad
well its hope, the endurance of faith
a battle that lasts a lifetime
a fight that never ends
walking in the countryside
ıt seems that the winds have stopped
tell my mother i am sorry
and i loved her
we were lovers
we meet inside the café
the air is thick like hospital
choked by the gold on your finger
we were lovers
bury the thoughts that resurface
those hands were mine
and now our love has been forgotten
like it was never there
we're just sitting here like strangers
you gave me yourself for just a little while
but it was you, it was really you
staring into my coffee
it is not black just a shade of brown
too scared to let our eyes meet
what will we see?
the space between us
will not be beat
oceans and past lives
we were lovers
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