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-O meni-
ime: Tanja
god: 17
Volim:
-osmijeh
-iskrenost
-crvenu i crnu boju
-svoje frendove
-muziku
-spavati
-svog psa
-ljeto
-večer
Ne volim:
-nepravdu
-laži
-dvoličnost
-bahate i umišljene osobe
-pauke
-pisat sms-ove
-buđenje
-zimu
-školu
-big brother
-jutro
-hladnoću
Dear Mr. President- Pink
Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?
"GOVORITE ONO ŠTO ŽELITE GOVORITI
PLJUJTE PO KOME ŽELITE PLJUVATI.
JEDITE ŠTO ŽELITE JESTI.
VOLITE KOGA ŽELITE VOLJETI.
PONAŠAJTE SE KAKO SE ŽELITE PONAŠATI.
MRZITE KOGA ŽELITE MRZITI.
VJERUJTE U ŠTO ŽELITE VJEROVATI.
BUDITE ŠTO ŽELITE BITI.
RADITE ŠTO ŽELITE RADITI.
NEBO JE GRANICA."
"...ŽIVOT NIJE RAVAN I JEDNOSTAVAN HODNIK PO KOJEM NEOMETANO I SLOBODNO PUTUJEMO, VEĆ JE TO LABIRINT PUN PROLAZA MEĐU KOJIMA, IZGUBLJENI I ZBUNJENI, MORAMO NAĆI PUT, SVAKO TOLIKO GUBEĆI SE U SLIJEPIM ULICAMA."
