bir deep purple sarkisi.
there is no arrangement
no time no place
its gone in the wind
and left no trace
who can say,
maybe or whatever.
its up to you
you know you can
trust me
ill make it up to you
you move with the action
you loosen my strings
your fingers
can smooth out my jangles
and all those things
grease on the handle
and the tangles
in my hair
they always seem
to go together
i dont care
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bu sözlük, duygu ve düşüncelerini özgürce paylaştığın bir platform, hislerini tercüme eden özgür bilgi kaynağıdır.
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