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Duran Duran The Seventh Stranger

look the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sundays

Prijevod: Duran Duran. Sedmi Stranger.

look the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number Some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sundays

the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sunday'

the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sunday

the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sunday'