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October 28 ....
Rekel si da bo lahko October 21 .....
HLADNO JUTRO VSE ŠE MIRNO SPI
LE JAZ UBIJAM SE S PRETEKLOSTJO NOČI KJE SEM HODIL, KJE SEM BIL NE ZANIMA VAS LJUDJE TO SO MOJE PRAVLJCE KO DANES ZJUTRAJ SEM VSTAL VERJETNO SEM NEVEDNO SPAL GLOBOKO V SANJAH VSE PO NJEJ DIŠI RAD BI NAŠEL SLED POTI Bridge: KJER REKE STOJIJO GORE TRDNO SPIJO KJER ZVEZDE PIJANE VEDO... Ref: TAM JE NEKDO, KI VIDI NJO KI DOBRO VE DA ON JE JAZ LE DRUG OBRAZ... ...SPREMENIL VSE ZAVEDAM SE DA TA OBRAZ JE MOJ PORAZ. VSE BI DAL, NEKOČ DA ZVEDEL ZVEDEL BI KAJ SE V MOJIH MISLIH ZDAJ GODI SEM RES TISTI, KI ZDAJ TAM ME NI VSE BOLJ SKRIVAJO SE MI POTI October 19 ....
So close no matter how far October 15 ...Sweet dreams are made of these.
Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. (Chorus: Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused.) (Repeat First Verse) (Chorus) I wanna use you and abuse you. I wanna know what's inside you. (Whispering and Moaning: Hold your head up, movin' on. Keep your head up, movin' on.) (Repeat Three Times) Movin' on! (Repeat First Verse) (Chorus) I'm gonna use you and abuse you. I'm gonna know what's inside. Gonna use you and abuse you. I'm gonna know what's inside you. .........
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 October 14 ...Telling me to go But hands beg me to stay Your lips say that you love Your eyes say that you hate Theres truth in your lies Doubt in your faith What you build you lay to waste Theres truth in your lies Doubt in your faith All I've gots what you didn't take So I, I wont be the one Be the one to leave this in pieces And you, you will be alone Alone with all your secrets and regrets Dont lie You promise me the sky Then toss me like a stone You wrap me in your arms And chill me to the bone Theres truth in your lies Doubt in your faith All I've gots what you didn't take So I, I wont be the one Be the one to leave this in pieces And you, you will be alone Alone with all your secrets and regrets Dont lie So I, I wont be the one Be the one to leave this in pieces And you, you will be alone Alone with all your secrets and regrets Dont lie ...Turn my mic up louder I got to say somethin. Lightweights step it aside when we come in Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin People on the street they panic and start running. Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming. I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i'm dumping. Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and Jump when they tell us that they wanna to see jumping. F**k that, I wanna see some fist pumping. risk something, take back what's yours say something that you know they might attack you for cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for. Like this war's really just a different brand of war. Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor. Like they understand you in the back of the jet, when you can't put gas in your tank, and these f**kers are laughing their way to the bank, cashing the check asking you to have compassion, AND have SOME respect for a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day in the living room laughing like "what did he say?" Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen In my living room watching, I am not laughing, Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen The world is cold, the bold men take action have to react or get blown into fractions. Ten years old, it's something to see, another kid my age drug under a jeep, taken and bound, and found later under a tree, I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me. [Hands Held High lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com] Do you see, the soldiers, they're out today they Brush the dust from bulletproof vests away. It's ironic, at times like this you pray, but a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday. There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads, inside your market,your shops, your clothes, My dad, He's got a lot of fear I know but enough pride inside not to let that show. My brother had a book he would hold with pride A little red cover with a broken spine. On the back, he hand wrote a quote inside: "when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die" And meanwhile, the leader just talks away Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day both scared and angry like "what did he say?" Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. October 12 ....Grizem vratove volkovom,
grizem v rebra pitona, gledam v �relo vampirju, jezik sem kobri pojedel, spim s krokodili v objemu, �iv sem ostal vendar vem, da mi zajec zlomi vrat, �e mu damico podiram in verjamem, da vsak tip je tak. Pil sem bencin namest �ajev jedu sem kamne in saje dihu sem peno in eter pluvu in scal sem v veter dajem ljudem svinarijo kradem od njih iluzijo nos sem razbou generalu �iv sem ostou vendar da vem, da mi zajec zlomi vrat, �e mu damico podiram in verjamem da vsak tip je tak. In �e se zajec gre razvrat in mi damico podira, ga zadavim z golimi rokami dobr vemo kaj vse nam daje oni ples v temi sredi zvezd Hoja nad oblaki v ritmu malih angelov, z golimi telesi dramimo misli in pijemo sokove v �ast rodov, vse je v dejanju vse je lepo in prav. Bil sem prpet na ma�ine, mogu sem �ret aspirine, plju�a so nehala delat, mislu sem si ne me jebat, strah je bil zame podlo�nik, pamet sem stresel na kro�nik, kri� sem obesu na steno, a �iv sem ostal. To je oni ples v temi sredi zvezd, hoja nad oblaki v ritmu malih angelov, z golimi telesi dramimo misli in pijemo sokove v �ast rodov, vse je v dejanju vse je lepo in prav.
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