saatler...saatlere çarpıyorum hayatımın her dönemecinde. duvar saatleri, kol saatleri, masa saatleri. ben almadım onları hayatıma, bir şekilde beliriverdiler. bir noktaya methiyeler düzüyorum.
"I can think of younger days when living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do.
I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow.
And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend a this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again."
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