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ALB�MLER
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FOTO�RAFLAR
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RES�MLER�N ORJ�NAL BOYUTLARINI G�RMEK �STERSEN�Z BURAYI TIKLAYIN.
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T-SHIRT'LER
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�ARKI S�ZLER�
THIS LOVE
| If ever words were spoken | You keep this love, fist, scar, break |
| Painful and untrue | You keep this love |
| I said I loved but I lied | I'd been the tempting one |
| In my life | Stole her from herself |
| All I wanted | This gift in pain |
| Was the keeping | Her pain was life |
| Of someone like you | And sometimes I feel so sorry |
| As it turns out | I regret this the hurting of you |
| Deeper within me | But you make me so unhappy |
| Love was twisted and pointed at you | I'd take my life and leave love with you |
| Never ending pain, quickly ending life -- | I'd kill myself for you, |
| (Chorus) | I'd kill you for myself -- |
| You keep this love, thing, child, toy | (Chorus) |
| No more head trips | |