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* insana tatlı bir hüzün veren, aşmış güzellikteki death cab for cutie parçası.
yolculukların fon müziği. the photo album'de ikinci sıradadır.
sözleri:
Whenever I come back,
the air on railroad is making the same sounds.
And the shop fronts on Holly
are dirty words
and we peered through the windows:
New bottoms on barstools, the people remain the same,
with prices inflating - inflating
As if saved from the gallows,
there's a bellow of buzzers and people stop working
and they're all so excited - excited
Passing through uncounscious states,
when I awoke I was on the high-way - high-way high-way high-way
With your hands on my shoulders ,
a meaningless movement: A movie script ending,
and the patrons are leaving - leaving
Passing through uncounscious states, when I awoke I was on the high-way
high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way
and now we all know the words were true
in the sappiest songs - yes, yes.
and I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep.
Just shuffling the sheets, to toss and turn,
you can't begin to get it back.
Passing through uncouscious states, when I awoke I was on
the onset of a later stage: the headlights are beacons on the high-way
high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way.
yolculukların fon müziği. the photo album'de ikinci sıradadır.
sözleri:
Whenever I come back,
the air on railroad is making the same sounds.
And the shop fronts on Holly
are dirty words
and we peered through the windows:
New bottoms on barstools, the people remain the same,
with prices inflating - inflating
As if saved from the gallows,
there's a bellow of buzzers and people stop working
and they're all so excited - excited
Passing through uncounscious states,
when I awoke I was on the high-way - high-way high-way high-way
With your hands on my shoulders ,
a meaningless movement: A movie script ending,
and the patrons are leaving - leaving
Passing through uncounscious states, when I awoke I was on the high-way
high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way
and now we all know the words were true
in the sappiest songs - yes, yes.
and I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep.
Just shuffling the sheets, to toss and turn,
you can't begin to get it back.
Passing through uncouscious states, when I awoke I was on
the onset of a later stage: the headlights are beacons on the high-way
high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way.
