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    #31
    Algselt postitas billy t Vaata postitust
    Anti-Nowhere League - So What
    Parandasin ära.
    jokers to the right
    clowns to the left of me

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      #32
      Algselt postitas Jasper Vaata postitust
      Parandasin ära.
      pole tänu väärt!
      kaks firmatorti, kast pepsit!

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        #33
        So What on Metallica tehtud kaver, mitte originaallugu. Ma nii igaks juhuks mainin

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          #34
          Algselt postitas meesmuiste Vaata postitust
          So What on Metallica tehtud kaver, mitte originaallugu. Ma nii igaks juhuks mainin
          Jäid hiljaks.
          jokers to the right
          clowns to the left of me

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            #35
            Algselt postitas Jasper Vaata postitust
            Jäid hiljaks.
            Kas Anti-Nowhere League ei ole originaalesitaja? Minu teada on. Sestap juhtisingi tähelepanu sellele, et tegu ei ole Metallica originaallooga. Sry ma siin nüüd segaduses...

            EDIT: Link kah - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/So_What%3F

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              #36
              Terminaator - Ford


              Mul esimene auto oli Escort,
              ta elas sama elu minuga.
              Kui minu püksipõlved olid puruks kulunud,
              Tema plekki rooste hävitand.

              Ööd olid kuumad, aknad lahti,
              kui mööda linna sõitsime.
              Ei olnud koidikuni koju minna mahti,
              nii me kihutasime, vastu päiksetõusule.

              Ref: Siiralt uskusime siis, see aeg ei lõppegi.
              Kuhu tee meid eales viib, me tuleme veel tagasi.
              Tuleb meelde jälle kõik, ma ohkan- oli kord,
              oli kiirust liiga palju,
              oli politsei
              ja oli vana Ford.

              Üks esituli oli läbi,
              ja tagaiste rebenend.
              Mind tegi relvituks su naeratus ja siis,
              sa riietasid lahti end.

              Ref: Siiralt uskusime siis...............

              Ref: Siiralt uskusime siis, see aeg ei lõppegi.
              Sinna hetke tahan ma veel ükskord tagasi.
              Tuleb meelde jälle kõik, ma ohkan- oli kord

              oli kiirust liiga palju,
              oli politsei
              ja oli vana ford.

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                #37
                Algselt postitas meesmuiste Vaata postitust
                Kas Anti-Nowhere League ei ole originaalesitaja? Minu teada on. Sestap juhtisingi tähelepanu sellele, et tegu ei ole Metallica originaallooga. Sry ma siin nüüd segaduses...

                EDIT: Link kah - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/So_What%3F
                Loe eestpoolt uuesti läbi
                Algselt postitas Cule
                Eestis sünnib iga päev üks Ronaldinho,aga treener teeb temast TVMK tasemel mängija

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                  #38
                  NO MAN'S LAND (THE GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE)
                  Eric Bogle

                  Well how do you do, young Willie McBride,
                  Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
                  And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun
                  I've been working all day and I'm nearly done.
                  I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
                  When you joined the dead heroes of nineteen-sixteen.
                  I hope you died well and I hope you died clean
                  Or Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene.

                  Chorus :
                  Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly,
                  Did they sound the dead-march as they lowered you down.
                  Did the bugles play the Last Post and chorus,
                  Did the pipes play the 'Flooers o' the Forest'.

                  And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
                  In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
                  Although you died back there in nineteen-sixteen
                  In that faithful heart are you ever nineteen
                  Or are you a stranger without even a name
                  Enclosed and forgotten behind the glass frame
                  In a old photograph, torn and battered and stained
                  And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.

                  The sun now it shines on the green fields of France
                  The warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
                  And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
                  There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now
                  But here in this graveyard it's still no-man's-land
                  The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
                  To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
                  To a whole generaation that were butchered and damned.

                  Now young Willie McBride I can't help but wonder why
                  Do all those who lie here know why they died
                  And did they believe when they answered the cause
                  Did they really believe that this war would end wars
                  Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
                  The killing and dying was all done in vain
                  For young Willie McBride it all happened again
                  And again, and again, and again, and again.
                  Lootus sureb viimasena, ütles usk ja tappis armastuse.

                  My spell checking is second to nine!

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                    #39
                    Vahel juhtub ka
                    Vahel juhtub ka
                    et täiskasvanudki
                    et täiskasvanudki
                    vaatavad koos lasteka multikaid
                    ta-tadadaa-taba-tamp-tamp-taaa

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                      #40
                      Kerli - Creepshow

                      I'm from a land called secret estonia
                      Nobody knows where it's at
                      Nobody knows where it's at
                      Nobody knows where it's at
                      Ice cream mountains and chocolate skies
                      Nobody knows where it's at
                      Nobody knows where it's at
                      Nobody knows where it's at

                      Welcome to the creepshow
                      Welcome to the creepshow
                      Welcome to the
                      Welcome to the
                      Welcome to the
                      Creepshow

                      I'm from a land called secret estonia
                      Nobody knows where it's at
                      Nobody knows where it's at
                      Nobody knows where it's at
                      Cinnamon houses and licorice flies
                      Nobody knows where it's at
                      Nobody knows where it's at
                      Nobody knows where it's at

                      Welcome to the creepshow
                      Welcome to the creepshow
                      Welcome to the
                      Welcome to the
                      Welcome to the
                      Creepshow

                      Põdral maja metsa sees
                      Väiksest aknast välja vaatab
                      Jänes jookseb kõigest väest
                      Lävel seisma jääb
                      Kopp-kopp lahti tee
                      Metsas kuri jahimees
                      Jänes tuppa tule sa
                      Anna käppa ka

                      Welcome to the creepshow
                      Welcome to the creepshow
                      Welcome to the
                      Welcome to the
                      Welcome to the
                      Creepshow

                      Tore, et ta eestikeelse lastelaulu siia sisse põiminud on.

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                        #41
                        Algselt postitas Mask Vaata postitust
                        Tore, et ta eestikeelse lastelaulu siia sisse põiminud on.
                        Üliwannabevärk.
                        jokers to the right
                        clowns to the left of me

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                          #42
                          When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story!

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                            #43
                            baby come back
                            baby come back
                            baby come back
                            baby come back
                            baby come back
                            baby come back
                            baby come back
                            baby come back
                            baby come back
                            baby come back
                            baby come back
                            baby come back

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                              #44
                              kui jääd karussellist maha
                              võta isiklikult
                              kui on teistel rohkem raha
                              võta isiklikult
                              kui on järjekord või saba
                              võta isiklikult
                              kui sa tahad olla vaba
                              võta isiklikult

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                                #45
                                So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell,
                                blue skies from pain
                                Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
                                A smile from a veil
                                Do you think you can tell?

                                And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees
                                Hot air for a cool breeze?
                                Cold comfort for change?
                                Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

                                How I wish, how I wish you were here
                                We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
                                Running over the same old ground
                                What have we found?
                                The same old fears
                                Wish you were here
                                Kas sinu kommipood on ikka küllalt autentne?

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