Pearl Jam

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ZBOG OVE PESME SAM POCEO DA VOLIM PEARL JAM !!!


She nursed him there, ooh, over a night.
I wasn't so sure she wanted him to stay.
What to say? What to say?
But soon she was down. Soon he was low.
At a quarter past. A holy no.
She had to turn around.

When she couldn't hold, oh, she folded. A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path.
Oh, a dissidence. A dissident is here.

And to this day she's glided on.
Always home but so far away.
Like a word misplaced. Nothing said, what a waste.
But when she had contact with the conflict.
There was meaning but she sold him to the state.
She had to turn around.

When she couldn't hold she folded. A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path.
Oh, a dissidence. A dissident is here. Oh. Oh... Oh...

She gave him away when she couldn't hold. No, she folded.
A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path.
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here.
Oh, couldn't hold on. She couldn't hold. No, she folded. A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest place. Oh, A dissident is here.
 
Nisam pročitao knjigu...vršljao sam po netu...

He could’ve tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings, hey, look at me now
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh

He’s.. flying
Whole¡­
High.. wide, oh

He floated back down ’cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, well, fuckers
He still stands

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly

High.. flying
Oh, oh
High.. flying
Oh, oh
He’s¡­flying
Oh, oh
 
ova garden je taaako...uh....

She don't wander in...don't wander in here, she...
She don't wander in here...don't wander in here...

The direction of the eye, so misleading
The defection of the soul, nauseously quick
I don't question, our existence
I just question, our modern needs

She don't wander in...don't wander in here, she...
She don't wander in here...

I will walk...with my hands bound
I will walk...with my face blood
I will walk...with my shadow flag
Into your garden, garden of stone...yeah...

After all is done, and we're still alone
I won't be taken, yet I'll go...with my hands bound
I will walk...with my face blood
I will walk...with my shadow flag
Into your garden, garden of stone

I don't show...I don't share...
I don't need, yeah...What you have to give...

Oooh, I will walk...with my hands bound
I will walk...with my face blood
I will walk...with my shadow flag
Into your garden, garden...oh...

I will walk with my hands bound
I will walk into your garden, garden of stone...

I don't know...I don't care
I don't need, yeah...need to live...yeah, yeah, yeah, oh...
 
Nisam,čitao sam neke članke...
Kako bih znao za Blaylocka i 10...

E,a ova je mislim baš...ono...ubitačna...

I will light the match this mornin’, so I won’t be alone
Watch as she lies silent, for soon night will be gone
Oh, I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I’m free to roam
Oh, I will make my way, through, one more day in hell...
How much difference does it make
How much difference does it make, yeah...

I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
Oh, I’ll keep takin’ punches until their will grows tired
Oh, I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind hey,
I won’t change direction, and I won’t change my mind
How much difference does it make
Mmm, how much difference does it make...how much difference...

I’ll swallow poison, until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference (2x)
How much difference does it make (2x)
 
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