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in the morning

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buyrun sözleri:

shut the bedroom window in the morning
go to the shop, make plans to be leaving
in the morning...
thought i was sleeping,
it was just a dream,
an alleycat chewing on dead leaves
in the morning...

out of the dark and into the light
when the morning comes
i will be alright

when i leave i try not to wake her
tiana toast to yesterday’s capers
in the morning....

she wrote my name on a red telephone box
when i got there she’d already rubbed it off
in the morning....

out of the dark and into the light
when the morning comes i will be alright

and all this time i’ve watched it change
but it’s still the same

in the morning...
in the morning...
in the morning...
in the morning...

thunder without rain

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brainstorm şarkısı.
sözleri:

it’s like a thunder without rain
or like a week without sunday
or like a book without last page
you want to buy and have to pay

a storm without rain
without any destruction
it’s a good old game
million pleasures, but no satisfaction

storm takes your desires
and all expectations
it would happen anyway
it’s the only way to lose your frustration

it’s like a thunder without rain
or like a week without sunday
or like a book without last page
you want to buy and have to pay
and you can feel without a touch,
and you can hear without speakers.
of course, you’ll see without tv,
and we will run without sneakers.

red, red sky,
and atlants are swimming by.
the same mistakes,
different time and different place.

red, red sky,
and atlants are swimming by.
the same mistakes,
different time and different place.

it’s like a thunder without rain
or like a week without sunday
or like a book without last page
you want to buy and have to pay
and you can feel without a touch,
and you can hear without speakers.
of course, you’ll see without tv,
and we will run without sneakers.

one song is over,
another one in .
the more you know, the more you know,
you try to forget.
yeah, heaven and earth,
there will be no winners.
as we all are sleaves,
and we are, we are sad sinners.

it’s like a thunder without rain
or like a week without sunday
or like a book without last page
you want to buy and have to pay
and you can feel without a touch,
and you will hear without speakers.
of course, you’ll see without tv,
and we will run without sneakers
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