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 Whose sticky hands are these 
And what is this empty place? 
I could be happily lost but for your face 
Here stands an empty house 
That used to be full of life 
Now it's home for no one and his wife 
 
It's a hovel and 
Who can take your place? 
I can't face another day 
And who will shelter me? 
It's cold in here 
Cover me 
 
Under these fingertips 
A strange body rolls and dips 
I close my eyes and you're here again 
Later as day descends 
I'll shout from my window 
To anyone listening, "I'm losing" 
 
Who can take your place? 
I can't face another day 
And who will shelter me? 
It's cold in here 
Cover me 
 
Oh, in a plague of hateful questioning 
Tap dancing every syllable from ear to ear 
I hear the din of lovers jousting 
When I'm hiding with my head to the wall 
 
So who will shelter me? 
It's cold in here 
  
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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