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Razno / Gradovi / Odg: Venecija
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poslato: Jun 25, 2007, 20:43:46
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U potpunosti se slažem u vezi smrada kanala i skupoće Italije.
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Razno / Gradovi / Odg: Grčka-zemlja bogova
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poslato: Jun 25, 2007, 20:38:29
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Moja mama je prije mjesec dana bila u Solunu sa crkvom.Non stop priča kako joj je bilo prekrasno.Govori da tražimo vizu da idemo nas dvije preko turističke agencije zajedno.
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Zabava / Tekstovi pesama - Lyrics / Odg: R.E.M- Losing my religion
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poslato: Jun 25, 2007, 19:23:46
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R.E.M. - Man On The Moon
Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are you having fun? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
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Zabava / Tekstovi pesama - Lyrics / Odg: R.E.M- Losing my religion
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poslato: Jun 25, 2007, 19:20:40
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R.E.M. - Imitation Of Life
Charades, pop skill Water hyacinth, named by a poet Imitation of life. Like a koi in a frozen pond. Like a goldfish in a bowl. I don't want to hear you cry.
Thats sugarcane that tasted good. Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood. C'mon, c'mon no one can see you try.
You want the greatest thing The greatest thing since bread came sliced. You've got it all, you've got it sized. Like a Friday fashion show teenager Freezing in the corner Trying to look like you don't try.
Thats sugarcane that tasted good. Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood. C'mon, c'mon no one can see you try.
No one can see you cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good. That freezing rain, that's what you could. C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry.
This sugarcane This lemonade This hurricane, I'm not afraid. C'mon, c'mon no one can see you cry.
This lightning storm This tidal wave This avalanche, I'm not afraid. C'mon, c'mon no one can see me cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good. That's who you are, that's what you could. C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good. That's who you are, that's what you could. C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry
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Zabava / Tekstovi pesama - Lyrics / Odg: R.E.M- Losing my religion
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poslato: Jun 25, 2007, 19:19:30
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R.E.M. - Everybody Hurts
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) If you feel like letting go, (hold on) When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on
'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long, When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes, Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Everybody hurts. You are not alone
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