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I was born in the summer of Sam
Smaller and sooner than planned
In the spitting image of a man
Raised by wolves on the fat of the land
Clear of romance beauty and damned
Tomorrow will come if she can
Just want a woman who can walk on a wire
With a trembling glass in her hand
Over the hilltops the fire engine rolls
Down the valley deeper still it goes
Got my weapons out laying low
On this end of the telescope
Alone you ramble the whole of the world
Through black water jungles for bliss
It's feast or famine you eat what you kill
There's no need to bring God in to this
My heart is heavy and pressed to the bond
Some people too heavy to hold
Salutations take me as I am
You can have me or leave me alone
Sun kissed lemons in the graveyard below
Here in death you see new adventures grow
I see you at last but most a ghost
On this end of the telescope
HATA BİLDİR
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