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{Good afternoon, Mr. Mangini, good afternoon Yeah, I've got, ahh, three problems in my class The first one is the Dinco D, yeah, right He's always zonin

Sometimes we wish for the better When we have it good as it gets Sometimes the grass isn't greener As soon as we find out, we forget Sometimes a fool

Go on big oasis There's nothing left We have wasted The mother Stands on broken bones Bent on broken knees She comes limping in with the morning All

se po mraku sam u corsokaku, i priznajem poraz. Ovih dana sve mi mirise na jesen. ja cu opet biti sasav i zanesen. Gluposti (sve same) Gluposti A kuda

Nothing was saving our day There was nothing to say, But you said something anyway Claiming I stepped out of line Which forced you to leave me, As if

Ah, insensatez que voce fez Coracao mais sem cuidado Fez chorar de dor o seu amor Um amor tao delicado Ah, porque voce foi fraco assim Assim tao desalmado

Excellency, by the time you read this I'll be gone. Long gone. Gone long. No longer adorned in robes, nor the finest of armor. Wayward grows a light

Nothing is nothing again, you're on your knees and in the rain, you close your eyes but you still see all that you had so you say "What's it to me, I'

You find this easy to kill her mind when everything you took was irreplaceably mine. You'd still expect her to know what to say? When all the time she