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high hopes...
poslušajte stvar, fakat je dobra...
razmislite malo o riječima...
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our troughts strayed constandly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begin
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The night of wonder
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfuried
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world
Eneumbered forever by desire and ambition
Theres a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road weve been so many time
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river...
btw, u petak idem na maturalac, na tjedan dana, a sumnjam da cemo u hotelu imat internet, tak da jedno vrijeme necu pisat postove... (blago vama) 
inace, iskreno se nadam da ce maturalac proci ok, jer si je naša glupa raska uzela za pravo rasporediti nas po sobama po svojim željama i kriterijima... 
moja je stvar s kime cu biti u sobi a s kime ne, isto tako i s kime cu se druziti! sorry,a l to fakat nije njen problem!
inace, jucer se dogodilo puno sranja.
npr., bio je roditeljski...
moja glupa raska () je mom starom rekla da se ja u skoli žvalim sa svojim najboljim frendom!!!
e al ona fakat nije normalna...
e da. jucer marta i ja na odmoru, i ja pjevam: FUCK THE COCA-COLA, FUCK THE PIZZA, ALL I NEED IS SCHLJIVOVITZA...
, i u jednom trenutku pogledam ja iza sebe i vidim profu iz engleskog koja me samo bolesno pogledala,okrenula se i otisla dalje.
marta me u šoku pogleda i veli: ne brini, profa iz engleskog sigurno nije skuzila kaj pjevas...!
.....
a nis, vidimo se, moram ic,
kisss
Post je objavljen 30.05.2007. u 12:30 sati.