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Şifreni unuttuysan eposta adresini yaz, hemen yenisini yollayalım.
It was high July
Another Summer on the boardwalk
His skin was brown as a rosary bead
The year before
He was everybody's hero
But he was losing ground and gaining speed
He could've been a girl
But just one good hand of poker
That could've turned the whole damn thing around
But that July
Something was lost
That never did get found
He was the sun that was waiting to rise
He had the look of a king in his eyes
And everything
Everything was possible
And now he just laughs and says what the hell
And clings to the secret that He'll never tell
But I wish I knew
What kind of scar
Can turn a sun into
Just another falling star
Now I get this déjà-vu
And I don't really like it
With this friend of mine that can't get it in his brain
He's a diamond lost
Inside the stone
He's a player born to win the game
But he's gonna blow it all
The brass rings in his finger
And I gotta watch as he throws it away
He's like a song
That's rare and right
That no one's gonna play
He is a sun that is waiting to rise
He's got the look of a king in his eyes
And everything
Everything is possible
And now he just laughs and say's what the hell
And clings to the secret that he'll never tell
But I wish I knew
What kind of scar
Can turn a sun into
Just another falling star
Oh, just another falling star
And someone explain it
Cause I don't know why
Some people live like they're waiting to die
And I wish I knew
What kind of scar
Can turn a sun into
Just another falling star
Oh, just another falling star
