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Ziyaretçi
Ziyaretçi
(Julia Fordham)
It is what it is what it is what it is what it is
And that would be that
And I give and I give and I give and I give and I give
And I want some back
Where do I sign?
Where do I go?
Did I miss a page?
I don't know
Sifting through the sand for sugar
Digging deep like a wise old Buddha
No more I really wish I shoulda
Sifting through the sand for sugar
It's the same old the same old the same old the same old the same old
The same old story
And I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know
I don't know what's come over me
Holding my breath
Staying afloat
Thought I had it made
But I don't
Sifting through the sand for sugar
Digging deep like a wise old Buddha
No more I really wish I woulda
Sifting through the sand for sugar
It is what it is what it is what it is what it is
And that would be that
And I give and I give and I give and I give and I give
And I want some back
Where do I sign?
Where do I go?
Did I miss a page?
I don't know
Sifting through the sand for sugar
Digging deep like a wise old Buddha
No more I really wish I shoulda
Sifting through the sand for sugar
It's the same old the same old the same old the same old the same old
The same old story
And I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know
I don't know what's come over me
Holding my breath
Staying afloat
Thought I had it made
But I don't
Sifting through the sand for sugar
Digging deep like a wise old Buddha
No more I really wish I woulda
Sifting through the sand for sugar