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You've got a sense of humor
You're a mystery
I heard a rumor
You're making history
Photographic dialogs
Beneath your skin
Pornographic episodes
Screaming sin
'Til it's real live bleeding fingers
And broken guitar strings
You are my Prince Charming
Draped in velvet robes
Of all that's alarming
Raw and exposed
Shattered nerves
Itchy skin
Dirty words
And heroin
Better, real live bleeding fingers
And broken guitar strings
I climbed all the way inside
Your tragedy
I got behind
The majesty
Of the different shapes
In every note
The endless tapes
Of every word you wrote
Real live bleeding fingers
And broken guitar strings
Real live bleeding fingers
And broken guitar strings
HATA BİLDİR
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