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Sluntseto presicha tiahnata daga
Na piasaka risuvat, blestiashta svetlina. Iz grada te tichat, Tuk tame nadnichat, Burzo se oblichat, Pogled ne privlichat. Sluncho gi prispiva v toploto kreslo Tiho shte broiat do shest-stotin i edno Iz grada te tichat, Tuk tame nadnichat, Burzo se oblichat, Pogled ne privlichat |
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| 4:38 |
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They only want you when you're seventeen When you're twenty-one You're no fun They take a polaroid and let you go Say they'll let you know So come on |
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| 3:26 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:49 |
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| 5. |
| 4:46 |
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| 6. |
| 4:13 |
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Straight lines that cut through the scene like you wanted to, blue jeans. Soft loans that spent all last summer buying drinks for you, blue jeans. Left hand that crashed near your house in the ice and snow, blue jeans. A face outside sleeping pressed against the bay window, blue jeans. You've been trying to protect me, An insect living in your memory, Don't, blue jeans won't cut at the seams, Like you want them to. You don't need me to show the way now they're onto you, blue jeans. And I won't be phoning you today unless you want me to, blue jeans. You've been trying to protect me, An insect living in your memory, Don't, blue jeans won't cut at the seams, Like you want them to |
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| 2:32 |
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| 8. |
| 4:17 |
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| 9. |
| 5:34 |
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When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes,
Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed. Taking photographs, speaking slowly through the permanent waves The taste in her mouth that she read about earlier today This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure Use your evil, when you want When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes, Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed. Taking photographs, speaking slowly through the permanent waves The taste in her mouth that she read about earlier today This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure Use your evil, when you want This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure Use your evil, when you want When the night becomes, automatic sequence joining the day, Singing something new, someone else is sliding into your way. When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes, Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed. Got to get you off my conscience by Friday, On Saturday I'll be wide awake, On Sunday I'm your new best friend, On Monday learn it all again For your pleasure, at your leisure Use your evil, when you want |
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| 3:31 |
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| 11. |
| 4:03 |
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| 12. |
| 4:37 |
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| 13. |
| 4:53 |
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| 14. |
| 3:35 |
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| 15. |
| 4:15 |
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| 16. |
| 4:27 |
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They only want you when you're seventeen
When you're twenty-one You're no fun They take a polaroid and let you go Say they'll let you know So come on |
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| 2:55 |
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| 18. |
| 3:24 |
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| 19. |
| 6:03 |
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Straight lines that cut through the scene
like you wanted to, blue jeans. Soft loans that spent all last summer buying drinks for you, blue jeans. Left hand that crashed near your house in the ice and snow, blue jeans. A face outside sleeping pressed against the bay window, blue jeans. You've been trying to protect me, An insect living in your memory, Don't, blue jeans won't cut at the seams, Like you want them to. You don't need me to show the way now they're onto you, blue jeans. And I won't be phoning you today unless you want me to, blue jeans. You've been trying to protect me, An insect living in your memory, Don't, blue jeans won't cut at the seams, Like you want them to |
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