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I sa nijednom drugom osobom.<br /> Pa mozda sam i ja osoba. Chovjek. Zena. Jedna Mrs.IDon'tGiveAFuck...<br /> <br /> Opet sam gledala "Kosu". <br /> I opet sam rekla sebi 'Nemoj plakati na kraju filma'.<br /> I opet sam plakala.<br /> I opet sam skontala da sam beznadezan sluchaj. <br /> <br /> Keve mi,osjecjam da na ovom svijetu nema mjesta za mene. <br /> <br /> <br /> <em>Jebiga.</em> </div> <p class="footer-posta">Objavio/la <a href="http://www.blogger.ba/profil/sofCHE">sofCHE</a> u 23:28, <a title="Komentari" href="http://www.blogger.ba/komentari/9523/747043">0 komentar(a)</a>, <a title="Verzija za printanje" target="_blank" href="/print/747043">print</a>, <a title="Permalink" href="/arhiva/2007/02/28/747043">#</a></p> </div> <a name="723998"></a> <h5 class="datum">18.02.2007.</h5>   <div class="post"> <h4 class="naslov-posta">Bilo jednom jedno Valentinovo...</h4> <div class="body-posta"><p> <img src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/8391/112couplekissingop5.jpg" /><br /> <br /> Yeah... Bilo je kao neko Valentinovo. Naglasak je na KAO NEKO.<br /> Sjedim ja sa nekim drushtvom u parku,zezancija,slikanje...Totalno smetnula s uma koji je to dan.<br /> U nashoj blizini stoji djevojka..Sredjena.Vidi se da se trudila.<br /> Ide momak. Nosi veliko srce.Plishano.Crveno.I buket.<br /> Djevojka se smije.Sretna je.Iskreno,i ja bih bila.<br /> Momak prilazi,ljubi je i poklanja joj srce i buket.<br /> Odlaze....<br /> <br /> Odjednom se izgubih.Bio je dan onih koji vole.I koji su voljeni.<br /> O,da. KOJI SU VOLJENI.<br /> <br /> Sjedim tako,cjutim...Skamenjena. Pogledom pratim ono dvoje.<br /> Pita me drushtvo shta mi je.<br /> Nishta,ljudi,nishta.<br /> <br /> I stvarno nije...<br /> <br /> ~*WHAT'S LOVE BUT A SECOND HAND EMOTION?*~ </div> <p class="footer-posta">Objavio/la <a href="http://www.blogger.ba/profil/sofCHE">sofCHE</a> u 15:53, <a title="Komentari" href="http://www.blogger.ba/komentari/9523/723998">0 komentar(a)</a>, <a title="Verzija za printanje" target="_blank" href="/print/723998">print</a>, <a title="Permalink" href="/arhiva/2007/02/18/723998">#</a></p> </div> <a name="696521"></a> <h5 class="datum">06.02.2007.</h5>   <div class="post"> <h4 class="naslov-posta">Mrs. Wierd</h4> <div class="body-posta"><p> <img src="http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7695/linguaccia3fv.gif" /><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Chudna sam.Previshe. <br /> Oduvijek jesam bila malo.Ali sad...sad je previshe. <br /> <br /> <strong>Suvishe neraspolozena i mmmm...bijesna? DA.<br /> Suvishe arogantna i gruba? Mozda.<br /> Suvishe svadljiva i naporna? Svakako.</strong><br /> <br /> Svi su to primjetili.Ne hajem bash suvishe. Nazalost.<br /> Znam da bih se trebala hitno mijenjati,ali volim svoj mali svijet koji niko ne razumije.Pustite me da josh samo malo,malo,malo uzivam u tome da me smatraju za takvu ludjakinju.<br /> <br /> <br /> <strong><br /> A onda cju biti ista kao i svi...Normalna,obichna i svima dobra. <br /> </strong> </div> <p class="footer-posta">Objavio/la <a href="http://www.blogger.ba/profil/sofCHE">sofCHE</a> u 23:56, <a title="Komentari" href="http://www.blogger.ba/komentari/9523/696521">13 komentar(a)</a>, <a title="Verzija za printanje" target="_blank" href="/print/696521">print</a>, <a title="Permalink" href="/arhiva/2007/02/06/696521">#</a></p> </div> <a name="634853"></a> <h5 class="datum">14.01.2007.</h5>   <div class="post"> <h4 class="naslov-posta">Da,da...</h4> <div class="body-posta"><p> <img src="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/3310/6r6fckij1.png" /><br /> <br /> Pozdrav!<br /> Nije me bilo u kuci toliko da se pochela sakupljati prashina na tastaturi..<br /> Za NG sam bila u Novom Sadu..sa drushtom..Bilo mi je odlichno..<br /> Ali mislima sam bila ovdje,uz jednu osobu..Kako mogu biti taaako glupa..Ali opet,dala sam nam josh jedan pokushaj.<br /> Da.<br /> Valjda je to ono shto bih mogla uchiniti,nakon skoro 3 godine...Sve je izbrisano od tada...Niko se ne sjeca tako dalekih stvari.Osim mene.<br /> <br /> <strong><font size="3"><em>First love needs a second chance...</em></font></strong><br /> <font size="2"></font> </div> <p class="footer-posta">Objavio/la <a href="http://www.blogger.ba/profil/sofCHE">sofCHE</a> u 03:36, <a title="Komentari" href="http://www.blogger.ba/komentari/9523/634853">5 komentar(a)</a>, <a title="Verzija za printanje" target="_blank" href="/print/634853">print</a>, <a title="Permalink" href="/arhiva/2007/01/14/634853">#</a></p> </div> <a name="602806"></a> <h5 class="datum">29.12.2006.</h5>   <div class="post"> <h4 class="naslov-posta">Povratak otpisane ;P</h4> <div class="body-posta"><p> <font size="3"><strong><img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/3025/snowglobe3yl3.gif" /><br /> <br /> Evo me..Nakon mjesec dana.<br /> Morala sam se javiti josh jednom ove godine...<br /> Upravo razmisljam o svojim usponima i padovima ove godine..I shvatila sam da sam se prilichno dovoljno napadala ove godine...ali to me nije sprijechilo da se ipak malo uspravim, popnem na prste  i krenem dalje.<br /> Dodushe, malo teze mi padaju svi ti padovi..od svakog mi ostane modrica.<br /> <br /> Kad sve skupim i sagledam,ovo nije bash bila moja godina..veci dio nje..Jedino zadnja 2,3 mjeseca zivim.<br /> <br /> Ali to je sve zivot...Godina za godinom prolazi,na kraju svake se zamislim sta sam postigla,a sta nisam,sta sam zeljela a nisam...<br /> I nabrajam sta bih trebala uraditi..a veoma dobro znam da od toga nema nishta..Nemam ja zelju da mijenjam ishta..Takva sam kakva sam,ne moze me nista promijeniti..To sam ja.:D<br /> </strong></font> </div> <p class="footer-posta">Objavio/la <a href="http://www.blogger.ba/profil/sofCHE">sofCHE</a> u 20:21, <a title="Komentari" href="http://www.blogger.ba/komentari/9523/602806">12 komentar(a)</a>, <a title="Verzija za printanje" target="_blank" href="/print/602806">print</a>, <a title="Permalink" href="/arhiva/2006/12/29/602806">#</a></p> </div> <a name="550022"></a> <h5 class="datum">30.11.2006.</h5>   <div class="post"> <h4 class="naslov-posta">Reda radi :D</h4> <div class="body-posta"><p> <font size="3" face="Tahoma"><strong><em><a href="http://imageshack.us"><img src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/4818/4208sr8.gif" /></a><br /> <br /> Danas sam luda,ne znam sto hocu..<br /> ...danas sam luda,zelim samocu!<br /> <br /> </em></strong></font><br /> <font size="3" face="Tahoma"><strong><br /> Heh..Nesto kontam..pa poslijednjih dana sam se super osjecala..I nije mi se dalo pisati,mislila sam da nemam o chemu..<br /> A veceras,kad sam cmizdrava..Imam potrebu nesto napisati..<br /> Nesto besmisleno..<br /> ...sto ce sve smoriti..<br /> <br /> <br /> Da,da..<br /> <br /> <br /> E,samo da napisem da nisam ishla na Bryana..to si nikad necu oprostiti..tj. necu oprostiti agenciji koja je odustala zbog karata koje su poskupile..<br /> <br /> <em><br /> <br /> The moment I wake up...before I put on my make-up..<br /> ...I say a little pray for you..</em><br /> <br /> <br /> Mmmmhm...<br /> Bzbzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...<br /> <br /> Ne znam sta mi je,samo sam htjela nesto napisati.<br /> <br /> I eto - napisala sam.<br /> <br /> Ljubim :*<br /> <br /> <br /> Oprostite mi,zbunjena sam...I luda..i sve to...ali yeah,danas sam takva..<br /> <em></em></strong></font> </div> <p class="footer-posta">Objavio/la <a href="http://www.blogger.ba/profil/sofCHE">sofCHE</a> u 00:37, <a title="Komentari" href="http://www.blogger.ba/komentari/9523/550022">13 komentar(a)</a>, <a title="Verzija za printanje" target="_blank" href="/print/550022">print</a>, <a title="Permalink" href="/arhiva/2006/11/30/550022">#</a></p> </div> <a name="521980"></a> <h5 class="datum">14.11.2006.</h5>   <div class="post"> <h4 class="naslov-posta">Mrs. Whathefuck</h4> <div class="body-posta"><p> <strong><font color="#800000"><font color="#333399"><font size="3">Pfff..Ovaj zivot stvarno nema smisla.<br /> <br /> Ne znam sta mi se desava,raspolozenje mijenjam stoput u minuti..Sve mi je nekako pomjesano u glavi..Nichim izazvano..Dobro,ima par razloga..Ali zar zbog toga da se osjecam pa..blago receno neuravnotezenom?<br /> <br /> Ne znam sta mi je..A ni ne zelim da znam,iskreno.<br /> <br /> Fino je uzivati u svojoj ludosti.<br /> <br /> <br /> A da..danas ja nesto pricham sa majkom mi oko skole a ona meni reche :"Hoces ti zivjeti od piskaranja i dizanja revolucije?" <br /> Iako je stvarno extra..nekad me ne razumije.<br /> <br /> Imam svoj zivot i u njemu jedan svijet koji niko,niko ne moze prokuziti.<br /> I nek' ni ne pokushavaju,bolje mi je samoj. ;)<br /> </font></font></font></strong><strong><font color="#800000"><font color="#333399"><font size="3"><br /> <br /> Evo jedna kaubojska na kraju :<br /> </font><br /> </font><em><font size="4"><br /> </font></em></font></strong><em><font size="4"> Worry, why do I let myself worry?<br /> Wond'ring what in the world did I do?<br /> Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you<br /> I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying<br /> And I'm crazy for loving you</font></em> </div> <p class="footer-posta">Objavio/la <a href="http://www.blogger.ba/profil/sofCHE">sofCHE</a> u 00:44, <a title="Komentari" href="http://www.blogger.ba/komentari/9523/521980">9 komentar(a)</a>, <a title="Verzija za printanje" target="_blank" href="/print/521980">print</a>, <a title="Permalink" href="/arhiva/2006/11/14/521980">#</a></p> </div> <a name="502978"></a> <h5 class="datum">03.11.2006.</h5>   <div class="post"> <h4 class="naslov-posta">Bryan Adams</h4> <div class="body-posta"><p><img src="http://www.blogger.ba/slike/9523.502978.jpg" align="left" style="margin-right:5px;" /> <strong><em><font color="#993300">Vec neko vrijeme mislim kako bih trebala jedan post posvetiti covjeku koji to svakako zasluzuje...Pjevacu koji me svojim glasom i usreci i rastuzi u isto vrijeme....Njegovi tekstovi..boja glasa..osjetim kako vjeruje u ono sto pjeva i cini da mu ja vjerujem...U svakoj njegovoj pjesmi se pronadjem,pa cak iako me nimalo nema,ja cu se opet pronaci..<br /> Idem na njegov koncert,28.11...i tad cu napokon uzivo vidjeti covjeka koji me tjera da zaplacem svaki put kad cujem njegov glas...<br /> <br /> Evo tekst jedne pjesme koja me cini i sretnom i tuznom u poslijednje vrijeme..procitajte je,necete se pokajati sigurno!;)</font></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><font color="#000000"><em><font size="3" face="Tahoma">Bryan Adams - I Will Be Right Here Waiting For You <br /> <br /> Oceans apart, day after day<br /> And I slowly go insane<br /> I hear your voice, on the line<br /> But it doesn't stop the pain<br /> If I see you next to never<br /> how can we say forever<br /> <br /> Wherever you go, whatever you do<br /> I will be right here, waiting for you<br /> Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks<br /> I will be right here waiting for you<br /> <br /> I took for granted, all The times<br /> That I thought would last somehow<br /> I hear the laughter, I taste the tears<br /> But I can't get near you now<br /> Oh can't you see it baby,<br /> You've got me going crazy<br /> <br /> I wonder how we can survive, this romance<br /> But in the end if I'm with you, I'll take the chance<br /> <br /> Oh you can't see it baby<br /> You've got me going crazy</font></em></font></strong> </div> <p class="footer-posta">Objavio/la <a href="http://www.blogger.ba/profil/sofCHE">sofCHE</a> u 23:25, <a title="Komentari" href="http://www.blogger.ba/komentari/9523/502978">22 komentar(a)</a>, <a title="Verzija za printanje" target="_blank" href="/print/502978">print</a>, <a title="Permalink" href="/arhiva/2006/11/03/502978">#</a></p> </div> <a name="496346"></a> <h5 class="datum">31.10.2006.</h5>   <div class="post"> <h4 class="naslov-posta">S puta na put..Yeah,whatever...</h4> <div class="body-posta"><p><img src="http://www.blogger.ba/slike/9523.496346.jpg" align="left" style="margin-right:5px;" /> <font size="4"><strong><font color="#800000">Hm..opet sam putovala..Nisu to neka putovanja na daleke staze..Cisto da malo promijenim okolinu i sivu svakodnevnicu.<br /> Bila sam na sajmu knjiga u BG.<br /> Isla sam se upoznati sa svojim forumashima nakon 2 godine provedene kuckajuci svakodnevno s njima...<br /> I da,bilo je kao sto sam i ocekivala..FENOMENALNO! Isti su kao sto sam ih zamisljala,zanimljivi,dobri,duhoviti...sve najbolje..<br /> Obisli smo citav grad...Najvise mi je dopalo shetanje i sjedenje na Kalishu i Skadarlija,boemska cetvrt...Vidjeli smo Indijance i Kubance kako sviraju...;) To mi se jaaaaako dopalo!<br /> Brzo mi je proslo tih 7,8 sati provedenih s njima..A vec slijedece jutro sam pustila koju suzu jer nisam zeljela ici kuci..<br /> "Neka,vraticu se ja kad tad"-razmisljala sam vadeci papirnu maramicu na autobuskoj stanici. :DDDD<br /> I nakon nekoliko sati,eto mene u mom gradu...opet sve isto..<br /> <br /> Svuda podji svojoj kuci dodji!:D<br /> </font></strong></font> </div> <p class="footer-posta">Objavio/la <a href="http://www.blogger.ba/profil/sofCHE">sofCHE</a> u 09:43, <a title="Komentari" href="http://www.blogger.ba/komentari/9523/496346">9 komentar(a)</a>, <a title="Verzija za printanje" target="_blank" href="/print/496346">print</a>, <a title="Permalink" href="/arhiva/2006/10/31/496346">#</a></p> </div> <a name="471232"></a> <h5 class="datum">16.10.2006.</h5>   <div class="post"> <h4 class="naslov-posta">Na Drini cuprija</h4> <div class="body-posta"><p><img src="http://www.blogger.ba/slike/9523.471232.jpg" align="left" style="margin-right:5px;" /> <font size="4"><strong><font face="Times New Roman" color="#993300">Uh..Upravo sam se vratila sa putovanja..Isla sam u Visegrad.Ne znam sta bih napisala....Nekako mi mrtvo izgleda..Mozda jer sam tu prvi put,ali nekako mi je prazan...bezivotan. Ok,ima ljudi..Ali mi se chini kao da taj grad ne zivi...<br /> Most..Cuprija na Drini mi se dopala..Slikala sam se na mostu,smijala,uzivala dok nam je hladni vjetar duvao kroz kosu i tijelo....Bilo je fenomenalno.<br /> Poslije smo bili u hotelu koji je daleko od grada i taj dio ne treba ni spomenuti..<br /> Inace,dozivjela sam i kraj svog najdrazeg telefona...A danas opet u skolu..Ista ona lica,isti izlizani fazoni,isti monotoni profesori,isti strah od kontrolnih..<br /> Kako je teshko biti u ovim godinama..<br /> <em><br /> Ali sta ce biti kad sve prodje..chega ce nas onda biti strah..?<br /> <br /> A sve mi se ono brdo iznad mosta chini kao piramida...</em></font></strong></font> </div> <p class="footer-posta">Objavio/la <a href="http://www.blogger.ba/profil/sofCHE">sofCHE</a> u 12:27, <a title="Komentari" href="http://www.blogger.ba/komentari/9523/471232">14 komentar(a)</a>, <a title="Verzija za printanje" target="_blank" href="/print/471232">print</a>, <a title="Permalink" 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<tr><td>25</td><td>26</td><td>27</td><td class="linked"><a href="/arhiva/2007/02/28">28</a></td> </tr></table></div><br /><br /> <div class="tab"><font color="red">Uskachem:</font></div> <div class="box">[color=black]<a href="http://neveralone.blogger.ba">blog moje maje</a><br /> <a href="http://prince.blogger.ba">Prince`s Kingdom-fenomenalno!</a>[/color]<br /> <a href="http://vedzeteriangirl.blogspot.com">Marija</a><br /> <a href="http://yavannagreen.blogspot.com">Yavanna</a><br /> <a href="http://ladycatherine3.blogspot.com">Black Swan</a><br /> <a href="http://squirrel.blogger.ba">moja Lanchi</a><br /> <a href="http://tara.blogger.ba">moja Tara</a><br /> <a href="http://sasava.blogger.ba">Shashava...super cura</a><br /> <a href="http://eminacmook.blogger.ba">eminica</a><br /> <a href="http://plava0014.blogger.ba">mala plava</a><br /> <a href="http://engleskaaa4ever.blogger.ba/">fudbal cura</a><br /> <a href="http://banjalukavrbas.blogger.ba">banjaluka blog</a><br /> <a href="http://redbanner.blogger.ba">Kolega komunista</a><br /> <a href="http://matea.blogger.ba">mAtEa :)))</a><br /> <a href="http://mandodiao.blogger.ba">Betty-Peace</a><br /> <a href="http://systemofadown.blogger.ba">Black Princess</a><br /> <a href="http://gloss.blogger.ba">xoangelx--9 ♥™ღ wiTh-Or-withOut-yOu ღ™♥</a></div><br /> <div class="tab">QUEEN CORNER</div> <div class="box">Who wants to live forever<br /> <br /> Theres no time for us<br /> Theres no place for us<br /> What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away<br /> From us<br /> <br /> Who wants to live forever<br /> Who wants to live forever....?<br /> <br /> Theres no chance for us<br /> Its all decided for us<br /> This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us<br /> <br /> Who wants to live forever<br /> Who wants to live forever?<br /> <br /> Who dares to love forever?<br /> When love must die<br /> <br /> But touch my tears with your lips<br /> Touch my world with your fingertips<br /> And we can have forever<br /> And we can love forever<br /> Forever is our today<br /> Who wants to live forever<br /> Who wants to live forever?<br /> Forever is our today<br /> <br /> Who waits forever anyway?<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> I WANT IT ALL<br /> <br /> <br /> Adventure seeker on an empty street<br /> Just an alley creeper light on his feet<br /> A young fighter screaming with no time for doubt<br /> With the pain and anger cant see a way out<br /> It aint much Im asking I heard him say<br /> Gotta find me a future move out of my way<br /> I want it all I want it all I want it all and I want it now<br /> I want it all I want it all I want it all and I want it now<br /> <br /> Listen all you people come gather round<br /> I gotta get me a game plan gotta shake you to the ground<br /> Just give me what I know is mine<br /> People do you hear me just give me the sign<br /> It aint much Im asking if you want the truth<br /> Heres to the future for the dreams of youth<br /> I want it all (give it all) I want it all I want it all and I want<br /> It now<br /> I want it all (yes I want it all) I want it all (hey)<br /> I want it all and I want it now<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [B]LOVE OF MY LIFE<br /> <br /> Love of my life, you hurt me,<br /> You broken my heart, now you leave me.<br /> <br /> Love of my life cant you see,<br /> Bring it back bring it back,<br /> Dont take it away from me,<br /> Because you dont know what it means to me.<br /> <br /> Love of my life dont leave me,<br /> Youve stolen my love now desert me,<br /> <br /> Love of my life cant you see,<br /> Bring it back bring it back,<br /> Dont take it away from me,<br /> Because you dont know what it means to me.<br /> <br /> You will remember when this is blown over,<br /> And everythings all by the way,<br /> When I grow older,<br /> I will be there by your side,<br /> To remind how I still love you<br /> I still love you.<br /> <br /> Hurry back hurry back,<br /> Dont take it away from me,<br /> Because you dont know what it means to me.[/B]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [B]TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU<br /> <br /> Im just the pieces of the man I used to be<br /> Too many bitter tears are raining down on me<br /> Im far away from home<br /> And Ive been facing this alone<br /> For much too long<br /> I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me<br /> About growing up and what a struggle it would be<br /> In my tangled state of mind<br /> Ive been looking back to find<br /> Where I went wrong<br /> <br /> Too much love will kill you<br /> If you cant make up your mind<br /> Torn between the lover<br /> And the love you leave behind<br /> Youre headed for disaster<br /> cos you never read the signs<br /> Too much love will kill you<br /> Every time<br /> <br /> Im just the shadow of the man I used to be<br /> And it seems like theres no way out of this for me<br /> I used to bring you sunshine<br /> Now all I ever do is bring you down<br /> How would it be if you were standing in my shoes<br /> Cant you see that its impossible to choose<br /> No theres no making sense of it<br /> Every way I go Im bound to lose<br /> <br /> Too much love will kill you<br /> Just as sure as none at all<br /> Itll drain the power thats in you<br /> Make you plead and scream and crawl<br /> And the pain will make you crazy<br /> Youre the victim of your crime<br /> Too much love will kill you<br /> Every time<br /> <br /> Too much love will kill you<br /> Itll make your life a lie<br /> Yes, too much love will kill you<br /> And you wont understand why<br /> Youd give your life, youd sell your soul<br /> But here it comes again<br /> Too much love will kill you<br /> In the end...<br /> In the end.[/B]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> INNUENDO<br /> <br /> While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand<br /> While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land<br /> While theres a wind and the stars and the rainbow<br /> Till the mountains crumble into the plain<br /> Oh yes well keep on tryin<br /> Tread that fine line<br /> Oh well keep on tryin yeah<br /> Just passing our time<br /> While we live according to race, colour or creed<br /> While we rule by blind madness and pure greed<br /> Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion<br /> Through the eons, and on and on<br /> Oh yes well keep on tryin<br /> Well tread that fine line<br /> Oh well keep on tryin<br /> Till the end of time<br /> Till the end of time<br /> <br /> Through the sorrow all through our splendour<br /> Dont take offence at my innuendo<br /> <br /> You can be anything you want to be<br /> Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be<br /> Be free with your tempo, be free be free<br /> Surrender your ego - be free, be free to yourself<br /> <br /> Oooh, ooh -<br /> If theres a God or any kind of justice under the sky<br /> If theres a point, if theres a reason to live or die<br /> If theres an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask<br /> Show yourself - destroy our fears - release your mask<br /> Oh yes well keep on trying<br /> Hey tread that fine line<br /> Yeah well keep on smiling yeah<br /> And whatever will be - will be<br /> Well just keep on trying<br /> Well just keep on trying<br /> Till the end of time<br /> Till the end of time<br /> Till the end of time<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> SOMEBODY TO LOVE<br /> <br /> Can anybody find me somebody to love?<br /> Each morning I get up I die a little<br /> Can barely stand on my feet<br /> Take a look in the mirror and cry<br /> Lord what youre doing to me<br /> I have spent all my years in believing you<br /> But I just cant get no relief,<br /> Lord!<br /> Somebody, somebody<br /> Can anybody find me somebody to love?<br /> <br /> I work hard every day of my life<br /> I work till I ache my bones<br /> At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -<br /> I get down on my knees<br /> And I start to pray<br /> Till the tears run down from my eyes<br /> Lord - somebody - somebody<br /> Can anybody find me - somebody to love?<br /> <br /> (he works hard)<br /> <br /> Everyday - I try and I try and I try -<br /> But everybody wants to put me down<br /> They say Im goin crazy<br /> They say I got a lot of water in my brain<br /> Got no common sense<br /> I got nobody left to believe<br /> Yeah - yeah yeah yeah<br /> <br /> Oh lord<br /> Somebody - somebody<br /> Can anybody find me somebody to love?<br /> <br /> Got no feel, I got no rhythm<br /> I just keep losing my beat<br /> Im ok, Im alright<br /> Aint gonna face no defeat<br /> I just gotta get out of this prison cell<br /> Someday Im gonna be free, lord!<br /> <br /> Find me somebody to love<br /> Can anybody find me somebody to love?<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> TIE YOUR MOTHER DOWN<br /> <br /> Get your party gown<br /> Get your pigtail down<br /> Get your heart beatin baby<br /> Got your timin right<br /> Got your act all tight<br /> Its gotta be tonight my little<br /> Schoolbabe<br /> <br /> Your momma says you dont<br /> And your daddy says you wont<br /> And Im boilin up inside<br /> Aint no way Im gonna lose out this time<br /> <br /> Tie your mother down<br /> Tie your mother down<br /> Lock your daddy out of doors<br /> I dont need him nosing around<br /> Tie your mother down<br /> Tie your mother down<br /> Give me all your love tonight<br /> <br /> Youre such a dirty louse<br /> Go get outta my house<br /> Thats all I ever get from your<br /> Family ties, in fact I dont think I ever heard<br /> A single little civil word from those guys<br /> But you know I dont give a light<br /> Im gonna make out all right<br /> Ive got a sweetheart hand<br /> To put a stop to all that<br /> Grousin an snipin<br /> <br /> Tie your mother down<br /> Tie your mother down<br /> Take your little brother swimmin<br /> With a brick (thats all right)<br /> Tie your mother down,<br /> Tie your mother down<br /> Or you aint no friend of mine<br /> <br /> Your momma and your daddy gonna<br /> Plague me til I die<br /> Why cant they understand Im just a<br /> Peace lovin guy<br /> Tie your mother down<br /> Tie your mother down. . .etc etc. . .<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> BOHEMIAN RAPSODY<br /> <br /> Is this the real life-<br /> Is this just fantasy-<br /> Caught in a landslide-<br /> No escape from reality-<br /> Open your eyes<br /> Look up to the skies and see-<br /> Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-<br /> Because Im easy come,easy go,<br /> A little high,little low,<br /> Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,<br /> To me<br /> <br /> Mama,just killed a man,<br /> Put a gun against his head,<br /> Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,<br /> Mama,life had just begun,<br /> But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-<br /> Mama ooo,<br /> Didnt mean to make you cry-<br /> If Im not back again this time tomorrow-<br /> Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-<br /> <br /> Too late,my time has come,<br /> Sends shivers down my spine-<br /> Bodys aching all the time,<br /> Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-<br /> Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-<br /> Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)<br /> I dont want to die,<br /> I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-<br /> <br /> I see a little silhouetto of a man,<br /> Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-<br /> Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-<br /> Galileo,galileo,<br /> Galileo galileo<br /> Galileo figaro-magnifico-<br /> But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-<br /> Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-<br /> Spare him his life from this monstrosity-<br /> Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-<br /> Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-<br /> Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go<br /> Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go<br /> Will not let you go-let me go<br /> Will not let you go let me go<br /> No,no,no,no,no,no,no-<br /> Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-<br /> Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-<br /> <br /> So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-<br /> So you think you can love me and leave me to die-<br /> Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-<br /> Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-<br /> <br /> Nothing really matters,<br /> Anyone can see,<br /> Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,<br /> <br /> Any way the wind blows....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> A KIND OF MAGIC<br /> <br /> Its a kind of magic<br /> Its a kind of magic<br /> A kind of magic<br /> One dream one soul one prize one goal<br /> One golden glance of what should be<br /> Its a kind of magic<br /> One shaft of light that shows the way<br /> No mortal man can win this day<br /> Its a kind of magic<br /> The bell that rings inside your mind<br /> Is challenging the doors of time<br /> Its a kind of magic<br /> The waiting seems eternity<br /> The day will dawn of sanity<br /> Is this a kind of magic<br /> Its a kind of magic<br /> There can be only one<br /> This rage that lasts a thousand years<br /> Will soon be done<br /> This flame that burns inside of me<br /> Im here in secret harmonies<br /> Its a kind of magic<br /> The bell that rings inside your mind<br /> Is challenging the doors of time<br /> Its a kind of magic<br /> Its a kind of magic<br /> The rage that lasts a thousand years<br /> Will soon be will soon be<br /> Will soon be done<br /> This is a kind of magic<br /> There can be only one<br /> This rage that lasts a thousand years<br /> Will soon be done-done<br /> Magic - its a kind of magic<br /> Its a kind of magic<br /> Magic magic magic magic<br /> Ha ha ha its magic<br /> Its a kind of magic<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> THE SHOW MUST GO ON<br /> <br /> Empty spaces - what are we living for<br /> Abandoned places - I guess we know the score<br /> On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...<br /> Another hero, another mindless crime<br /> Behind the curtain, in the pantomime<br /> Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore<br /> The show must go on,<br /> The show must go on<br /> Inside my heart is breaking<br /> My make-up may be flaking<br /> But my smile still stays on.<br /> Whatever happens, Ill leave it all to chance<br /> Another heartache, another failed romance<br /> On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?<br /> I guess Im learning, I must be warmer now<br /> Ill soon be turning, round the corner now<br /> Outside the dawn is breaking<br /> But inside in the dark Im aching to be free<br /> The show must go on<br /> The show must go on<br /> Inside my heart is breaking<br /> My make-up may be flaking<br /> But my smile still stays on<br /> My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies<br /> Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die<br /> I can fly - my friends<br /> The show must go on<br /> The show must go on<br /> Ill face it with a grin<br /> Im never giving in<br /> On - with the show -<br /> Ill top the bill, Ill overkill<br /> I have to find the will to carry on<br /> On with the -<br /> On with the show -<br /> The show must go on...</div><br /> <div class="box"><img src="http://60sfurther.com/HipLovers.jpg" /><br /> <br /> <font color="green">LOVE,PEACE&LIGHT!</font></div><br /> <div class="box">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUn3_cdxkT0</div><br /> <div class="tab">Osmijeh skriveni</div> <div class="box">[color=black][b]Svi mi govore<br /> da te necu vratiti<br /> zar samo zbog sebe<br /> da te sto prije prebolim<br /> <br /> Ne doticu te moji dodiri<br /> ne diraju te moji stihovi<br /> gdje smo to nasu ljubav sadili<br /> <br /> Svi nam zavide<br /> ludo smo se voljeli<br /> a ne znaju da to<br /> smo na poklon dobili<br /> <br /> Ne razlikujem vise noc i dan<br /> svakog trena vise osjecam<br /> da bez tebe nema budenja<br /> <br /> Ref.<br /> A nesto je u tvojim ocima<br /> sto me budnim drzi nocima<br /> osim mene 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