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njegov zadnji hit mi se cini najbolji za ispracaj, iako je toliko pjevao o smrti. slusala sam nedavno intervju s njim. nakon tri upale pluca, koje je imao jednu za drugom, obolio je prije par godina i od parkinsonove bolesti. novinar ga je pitao: - you can't heal that, right? na sta ce johnny: - well, that's ok. you can't heal life either.
neka mu je laka zemlja.
HURT
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
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