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 When everything's coming up roses 
The thorns will still leave scars on my hands 
Just pour me a scotch and a soda 
I'll get drunk and I'll act like a man 
I gotta get some of that magic 
 
I hear your voices calling 
A song I dare not trust 
And all my sleepless dreaming 
It all turns into dust 
 
I stopped all the screaming, crying 
Yet I still don't understand 
All that you live for is dying 
An hourglass empty of sand 
I gotta be someone less tragic 
 
I hear the wind is calling 
A song I dare not trust 
And all my sleepless dreaming 
It all turns into dust 
 
In lifeless shadows dreaming 
My life is left unfeeling 
And yet beyond this door 
There must be more 
 
Freedom's become too expensive 
The price is much more than you see 
But freedom creates an illusion 
The freedom to save me from me 
I gotta get some of that magic 
 
I hear those voices calling 
I hear those voices calling 
I hear those voices calling 
I hear those voices calling 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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