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Şifreni unuttuysan eposta adresini yaz, hemen yenisini yollayalım.
"Sitting silently in the palm of your hand
My mouth is shut filled up with doubts
So is your heart.
Is this obsession? I cannot realize,
I know that I’m far away, far away from the truth.
A need to pay for all these dual mind’s play
This loneliness has drop its end, now where’s the master plan
You’ll find a dead loss
In all the games you’ve played instead.
There’s a bubble that surrounds every word you blame
For being too much tender that it could carve your mind
Is this obsession? Or is it only you
I know that I’m looking for some rest to keep this war alive
A need to pay for all these dual mind’s play
This loneliness has drop its end, now where’s the master plan
You’ll find a dead loss
In all the games you’ve played instead.
So I’m going madAnd I’m going mad
Sitting silently in the palm of your hand
My mouth is shut filled up with doubts
But it’s alright.
