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I Don't Want To Be
I don't need to be anything other
Than a prison guard's son
I don't need to be anything other
Than a specialist's son
I don't have to be anyone other
Than the birth of two souls in one
Part of where I'm going, is knowing where I'm coming from
[Chorus:]
I don't want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do
Is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one who noticed?
I can't be the only one who's learned!
[Chorus]
Can I have everyone's attention please?
If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave
I came from the mountain
The crust of creation
My whole situation-made from clay to stone
And now I'm telling everybody
[Chorus]
I don't want to be (x4)
So Sick
Mmmm mmm yeah
Do do do do do do do-do
Ohh Yeah
Gotta change my answering machine
Now that I'm alone
Cuz right now it says that we
Can't come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense
Cuz you walked out the door
But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore
(it's ridiculous)
It's been months
And for some reason I just
(can't get over us)
And I'm stronger then this
(enough is enough)
No more walkin round
With my head down
I'm so over being blue
Cryin over you
And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
Gotta fix that calender I have
That's marked July 15th
Because since there's no more you
There's no more anniversary
I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memory
And how every song reminds me
Of what used to be
That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(Leave me alone)
Leave me alone
(Stupid love songs)
Dont make me think about her smile
Or having my first child
Let it go
Turning off the radio
Cuz I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(why can't I turn off the radio?)
Said I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(why can't I turn off the radio?)
And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishin you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
Why can't I turn off the radio?
(why can't I turn off the radio?)
Why can't I turn off the radio?
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zOvEn Se: aNdReA
A ZoVu mE: DeA, dEiCa
dOšLa Na SviT: 29.08.1993.
pA ImAn 14 gOdiNa
DoLazIn Iz: sPlItA
ScHoOl/kVaRt: SpiNuT
rAzReD: 8. [FInALlY]
šTa voLiN...
× sTaRcE
× mY kULj FriEndS...
× pUnO pRiČaT =)
× lJuDe kOjI puNo pRičAjU
× mOe sKeJtE
× HiP hOp
× pLeSaT
× tRčAt
× SpaVaT (a Ko nE wOlI)
× cAjKe
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× šMiNkAt sE
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× zVjeZdIcE
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× nEt
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× pAsIćE IlI tI gA pSiĆe
× žVaKe (lUdA SAn zA njiMa)
× ...
šTa Ne VoLIn...
× rAZmaŽeNe LikOvE
× uLizIcE
× ŽivčAnE LjuDe
× LaŽi
× kaD sAn u bAnKrOtU :-(
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× sPoRi nEt
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× ...
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× LinKin PaRk
× gUnsE
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× HiM
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× tHoMpSOnA
× fErGiE
× bLaCk eYeD pEaS
× sEaN pAuL
× nE Yo
× cAsSiE
× CiArA
× jUsTiN tImBerLaKe
× cAjKe
× ...
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DaNaS
*NAJLAKSA STVAR?
PoGrIjEsITi….
*NAJVECA PREPREKA?
StRaH
*NAJVECA POGRESKA?
NaPuSTaNjE
*IZVOR SVIH ZALA?
EgOiZaM
*NAJGORA PROPAST?
MaLoDuSnOsT
*NAJBOLJI UCITELJ?
DjECa
*PRIMARNA POTREBA?
KoMuNiKaCiJa
*NAJVECA MISTERIJA?
SmRt
*NAJVECA MANA?
LoSe RaSpOLoZeNjE
*NAJOPASNIJA OSOBA?
LaZLjIvAc
*NAJGORI OSJECAJI?
OgOrCeNjE
*NAJLJEPSI POKLON?
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UnUtArNjI MiR
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VjeRa
*NAJLJEPSA OD SVIH STVARI
NA SVIJETU?
LjUbAv
Prijateljice
Azurno nebo, čekamo zoru,
pet šest mladih golubica,
nasmiješena su im lica i poslije mnogo godina
u mome srcu draga sličica, zajedno smo
momke gledale, zajedno po rivi šetale,
pravile se da smo važne, da smo pametne
i snažne, sanjale smo zemlje daleke.
Hej ljepotice moje prijateljice,
gdje su naši snovi ostali,
hej sve smo mi kao ptice selice,
svaka svome jugu odleti,
djevojčice žene postale,
neke su se već i udale,
a ja još čekam azurne zore.
Ja još želim preplivati more,
ja još sanjam zemlje daleke...
Sk8er boi
He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk.
And she did ballet.
What more can I say?
He wanted her.
She'd never tell.
Secretly she wanted him as well.
And all of her friends
Stuck up their nose.
And they had a problem with his baggy clothes.
He was a sk8er boi she said see ya later boi.
He wasn't good enough for her.
She had a pretty face but her head was up in space.
She needed to come back down to earth.
Five years from now she sits at home feeding the baby she's all alone.
She turns on TV and guess who she sees.
Sk8er boi rocking up MTV.
She calls up her friends.
They already know
And they've all got tickets to see his show.
She tags along, stands in the crowd . Looks up at the man that she turned down.
He was a sk8er boi she said see ya later boi. He wasn't good enough for her.
Now he's a superstar slammin on his guitar to show pretty face what he's worth.
Sorry girl but you missed out. Well tough luck that boi's mine now. We are more than just good friends. This is how the story ends. Too
bad that you couldn't see.. see the man that boi could be. There is more than meets the eye, I see the soul that is inside.
He's just a boi, and I'm just a girl.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love.
Haven't you heard how we rock eachother's world?
I met the sk8er boi I said see ya later boi.
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be at the studio singing the song he wrote about a girl he use to know.
I met the sk8er boi I said see ya later boi.
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be at the studio singing the song he wrote about a girl he use to know.
Don't cry
Talk to me softly
There is something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been there before
Somethin is changin' inside you
And don't you know
Don't you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight
Give me a whisper
And give me a sign
Give me a kiss before you
tell me goodbye
Don't you take it so hard now
And please don't take it so bad
I'll still be thinkin' of you
And the times we had...baby
And don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight
And please remember that I never lied
And please remember
how I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you'll be alright now sugar
You'll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby
And don't you cry tonight
And don't you cry tonight
And don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry tonight
Baby maybe someday
Don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry
Tonight
Eeeeeeeeeeey!!!
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