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Moj životni moto je:"Tko hoće, nađe načina, tko neće, nađe razloga!".
anche coras escondas no puedes escapar
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Marija & Dorotea
Lucija Lacković
Marija Lacković
Dora
Lorena
10 ZAPOVIJEDI LJUBAVI
1.NIKAD SE NEMOJ ZALJUBITI DO UŠIJU 
2.NE PLAČI I NE PATI JER TO ŠKODI LJEPOTI 
3.NE MOLI GA JER ČEŠ GA MOLITI CIJELOGA ŽIVOTA 
4.CIJENI GA AL SEBE VIŠE 
5.SVE ŠTO KAŽE VJERUJ AL 50%ODBACI
6.BUDI NJEŽNA AL NE ONOLIKO KOLIKO ON OD TEBE ŽELI
7.NE ZOVI GA POSLIJE SVAĐE
8.AKO ŽELI RASKINUTI SA ODUŠEVLJENJEM PRIHVATI 
9.KAD PLAČE NE PLAČI ZAJEDNO S NJIM
10.AKO TE PITA ZA HODANJE DVAPUT RECI NE A TREĆI PUT DA 
Fore, forice:
Profesore naš
Koji sjediš
Za imenikom,
Sveti se pero tvoje
Nestani kraljevstvo tvoje
Budi volja naša,
Kako na mjestu,
Tako i pred pločom.
Dvojku našu svagdašnju
Daj nam danas i zaboravi jedinice naše,
Kako mi zaboravljamo
Gradivo vaše,
I ne izvedi nas pred ploču
Nego ostavi nas na mjestu.
JACK'S MANNEQUIN
"The Mixed Tape"
This is morning
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You're thinking 'bout what I've given up
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of
I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
Retracing every step you made
And you said you meant it
And there's a piece of me in every single
Second of every single day
But if it's true then tell me how it got this way
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of
And I can't get to you
I can't get to you
I can't get to you (you, you)
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I conduct a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I'm cutting through you track by track
I swear to God this mix could sink the sun
But it was you I was thinking of
And where are you now?
And where are you now?
And this is my mixed tape for her
It's like I wrote every note
With my own fingers
