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petak, 11.11.2005.

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mrzim ponekad ove naslove za post. k'o da pishem pismeni u shkoli. kad stavish naslov, onda se morash pridrzhavati teme... a meni mrsko.
zatrpana poslom. vodim jako dinamichan zhivot. i jako dinamichno mi se spava... jedva chekam subotu. u stvari jedva chekam petak uveche. kad prije prodje... sinoc u taxiju zvuchala pjesma - pa sad vam je poklanjam poshto stvarno ne mogu da pishem...

Sweet Child O' Mine
/G'N'R/

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry


Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine


She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by


Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine


Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
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