Gecenin Bandosunda Kulağın Zihne Bıraktığı

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aslında

sanırım gürültülere ve yürüyüşlere katlanamıyoruz

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bizimle biz 

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eski bir haber bülteninden tavsiyeye takılıyor aklım

biraz küvette düşünmek lazımmış

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ama 

tuhafım 

bertarafın nasıl ?

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bunu bir diafondan dünyaya yayın

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tinler masaya oturacaktır

barakalar zemini eskitildiğinde

gezginlerse kirlendiğinde bir teori atarlar

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biz çemberimizde

uçağımızı uçuralım

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asla aklımın almadığı bir zımba

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şarkımız fermuardan çalıyor

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I wish I had a secret Something I could share But no one knows me better than I know myself but I'm forgetful When it seems to suit me most There's something I should say This is real talk In real time And I'm hanging in To the thinnest piece of string that's ever existed Eh-eheh I wish I had the gall When something's on my mind But no one knows you better than You know yourself so don't be nervous And maybe I'll admit it I know I'm not so smart No one knows me better than I know myself but I'm forgetful And I'm hanging in To the thinnest piece of string that's ever existed I'm hanging in If I turn around and blink I'm sure I can miss it I-I-It I-I-It I-I-It You're walking me, talking me Pushing me under the bus You're walking me, talking me Pushing me under the bus Don't push me don't push me Don't push me don't push Don't push me don't push me Don't push me don't push You're walking me, talking me Pushing me under the bus You're walking me, talking me Pushing me under the bus Don't ask me don't ask me Don't ask me don't ask Don't push me don't push me Don't push me don't push You're walking me, talking me Pushing me under the bus Don't rush me don't rush me Don't rush me don't rush