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Ovu pjesmu OI Lepoglava uz gitaru pjeva kamo god ide!!
Hey...oooh... 
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay 
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did 
All five horizons revolved around her soul 
As the earth to the sun 
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn 
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything 
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore 
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds 
Of what was everything? 
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed Everything... 
 
I take a walk outside 
I’m surrounded by some kids at play 
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear 
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head 
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning 
How quick the sun can, drop away 
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass 
Of what was everything 
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... 
All the love gone bad turned my world to black 
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be...yeah... 
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh... 
I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star 
In somebody else’s sky, but why, why, why 
Can’t it be, can’t it be mine