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  • happy people have no stories i konu edinmis therapy sarkisi
  • tracy chapman ın yaran şarkısı.

    there is fiction in the space between
    you and me
  • ing.katlar, hikayeler
    (bkz: story)
  • (bkz: sozlerini de yazayim tam olsun)

    get into the car and keep it down
    city lights look like warnings now
    she's got someone that pays for things
    trust me she won't miss a thing

    come with me and believe me
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)

    i get by on what i have
    less than jesus, more than dad
    enough to keep me in this state
    ticking through to the next escape

    come with me and believe me
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)

    i woke up late and i rolled the stone
    laziness and death in one
    you were once a gentleman
    ended up a bitter man

    come with me and believe me
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)
    yeah (happy people have no stories)

    happy people have no stories
  • therapy?'nin infernal love(1995) albümünden bi parça..

    (bkz: happy people have no stories)
  • nowhere'den ayrı düşünemediğim parça..
    onun devamı gibidir aynen, sadece ondaki ümitsizliğin yanındaki hüzünün yerini hınç almış gibidir..
  • uzun sure "happy people, end of story" diye anladigim ve o haliyle bile anlamli gelmis sarki. pek cok therapy sarkisinda oldugu gibi, arkadaslar arasinda soylemesi gercekten zevklidir.
  • victor lazlo'nun she isimli albümünden süper bir şarkı.
  • viktor lazlo tarafindan soylenen bu guzide sarkinin sozleri ;

    i remember quite clearly now when this story happened.

    the autumn leaves were floating and measured down to
    the ground.
    recovering the lake where we use to swim like children

    on the sun would dare to shine. that time, we used to
    be happy
    well, i thought we were, but the truth was that—
    you had been longing to leave me, not daring to tell
    me
    on that precious night watching the lake vaguely
    conscious
    you said: our story was ending. now i'm standing here
    no one to wipe away my tears, no one to keep me warm
    and no one to walk along with, no one to make me feel
    no one to make me while, oh! what am i to do?
    i'm standing here alone, it doesn't seem so clear to
    me
    what am i supposed to do about this burning, heart of
    mine
    oh! what am i to do? or how should i react? oh! tell
    me please!
    the rain was killing the last days of summer
    you had been killing my last breath of love
    since a long time ago
    i still don't think i am gunna make it through another
    love story
    you took it all away from me
    and there i stand, i knew i was gonna be the .....
    the one left behind.
    but still i'm watching the lake vaguely conscious
    and i know---my life is ending