And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised!
Svašta
Sad čekaš sabah sa šejtanom!
At the end of a storm
There’s a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
autor: DonTravolta, 22/04/2022
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He said “I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of that ragged old flag”
Not everything must end
Not every romance must descend
Not every lover’s pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays
We’re the people that we wanted to know and we’re the places that we wanted to go
I call for the captain sayin’, “I gotta go home!”
I call for the captain sayin’, “I wanna go home”
Them good days are gone
Devil makes his money on the small moves
Sometimes, we remember our bedrooms
And our parents’ bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents
Well what ever happened to them?
