good old days hatrına diyelim o zmn :P
yok yaw nie diorum ki her günümüz iyi bizim eheueh
I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling
Back into my bad old ways
And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
Calling for the good old days
Because there were no good old days
These are the good old days
It's not about, tenements and needles
And all the evils in their eyes
And the backs of their minds
Daisy chains and school yard games
And a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow
A list of things we said we'd do tomorrow...
söz gümüşse sükut altındır diyelim madem =P
i'm forever blowing bubbles
pretty bubbles in the air
they fly so high, nearly reach the sky
then like my dreams, they fade and die
fortune's always hiding
i've looked everywhere
i'm forever blowing bubbles
pretty bubbles in the air...
teşekkürler ablası...
güzellik :)
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