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Opis bloga
Let me feel,I don't care if i break down..
Let me fall even if I hit the ground..
and if I crye a little, die a little at leas i know I lived....
PUDDLE OF MUDD LYRICS
"She Hates Me"
Met a girl, thought she was grand
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued
in a trapped trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
She fucking hates me
trust
she fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away
She was queen for about an hour
after that shit got sour
she took all I ever had
no sign of guilt
no feeling of bad, no
In a trapped trip I can't grip
never thought i'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
[Chorus]
that's my story, as you see
learned my lesson and so did she
now it's over and i'm glad
'cause i'm a fool for all i've said
NEŠTO O MENI
e evo recimo da ja iman 16 god i da san iz sinja.........i tako to....i slušan rock....ma zapravo slušan ja sve....al najviše taj eto rock iako se na mom kompu može nać sve osim cajki
. a je iman nikotin
opsjednuta san tree hillom al ima i za to razlog..
mrzin sapunice i sve šta je na tv-u..osim već spomenutog..e da...mrzin glupe,naporne,umišljene (jer se suprotnosti privlače
), dvolične ljude.
slušan: aerosmith, green day, rhcp, beatlese, crvenu jabuku, daleku obalu..i još doosta toga
KLIK OVDEEEEE
ana
besplatne igrice...neke možete igrat i izvanmrežno
AMERICAN PIE....dio
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
a baš san si kewl.................štaću.....eee......looooool
