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Şifreni unuttuysan eposta adresini yaz, hemen yenisini yollayalım.
There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books
The lowdown, a picture of your face
Your injured looks
The sacred and profane
Pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And it's your face I'm a looking for
On every street
A ladykiller, regulation tattoo
Silver spurs on his heels
Says, "What can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you"
She threw herself under my wheels
Oh, it's a dangerous road and a hazardous load
And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat
And it's your face I'm a looking for
On every street
A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I don't know why it is I'm still on the case
It's a ravenous town
You still refuse to be traced
Seem to me such a waste
Every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
And it's your face I'm a looking for
On every street
Yeah, it's your face I'm a looking for
On every street
