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Doar fanii !!! Pe anti fani ii tratam cu spatele - sa nu prind fani RBD ca au ban din prima
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sa le vedem
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La usa bate
In miez de noapte
Am simtit parfumul tau
Te alint acum cu mii de soapte!
Bine ai venit, ingerul meu
Cat mie de bine, lacrima-mi cade
De fericire am sa plang
Caci stiu ca nu va mai fi o noapte
Sa nu fiu la tine in gand
Soapte aud in noapte
Si tresar stiu ca e vocea ta
Soapte aud in noapte
Ce fierbinte e dragostea ta
Fara tn sa zbor numai pot
Pulsul inimii imi sta in loc
Si ma rasfata , de dimineata
O aroma de cafea
Vreau sa te simt mult mai aproape
De aceea beau din ceasca ta
Ma plimb prin casa, putin nervoasa
Timpul trece prea incet
Ies la fereastra , ma joc cu o raza
Nu suport sa mai astept
Soapte aud in noapte
Si tresar stiu ca e vocea ta
Soapte aud in noapte
Ce fierbinte e dragostea ta
Fara tn sa zbor numai pot
Pulsul inimii imi sta in loc
Ich
liebe
dich
Bill
Kaulitz
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nu asteptati nik de la mine k nu stiu bancuri 
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I chimed in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God' damned door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I chimed in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God'damn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.......
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nici de la mine  )
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La usa bate
In miez de noapte
Am simtit parfumul tau
Te alint acum cu mii de soapte!
Bine ai venit, ingerul meu
Cat mie de bine, lacrima-mi cade
De fericire am sa plang
Caci stiu ca nu va mai fi o noapte
Sa nu fiu la tine in gand
Soapte aud in noapte
Si tresar stiu ca e vocea ta
Soapte aud in noapte
Ce fierbinte e dragostea ta
Fara tn sa zbor numai pot
Pulsul inimii imi sta in loc
Si ma rasfata , de dimineata
O aroma de cafea
Vreau sa te simt mult mai aproape
De aceea beau din ceasca ta
Ma plimb prin casa, putin nervoasa
Timpul trece prea incet
Ies la fereastra , ma joc cu o raza
Nu suport sa mai astept
Soapte aud in noapte
Si tresar stiu ca e vocea ta
Soapte aud in noapte
Ce fierbinte e dragostea ta
Fara tn sa zbor numai pot
Pulsul inimii imi sta in loc
Ich
liebe
dich
Bill
Kaulitz
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pun yo:>
Un tip foarte bine imbracat intra intr-un restaurant de lux si comanda ospatarului o farfurie de melci. Ospatarul aduce comanda tipul ia un melc suge continutul si spune:
- daaaa foarte bun!
Ia si al doilea melc suge continutul foarte multumit:
- daaaaa excelent !
Ia al treilea melc suge o data si se stramba:
- Ospatar melcul asta nu e bun... nu prea are nici un gust cred ca e stricat...
Mai suge o data din el se stramba:
- Da sigur e stricat! Se utia in interiorul cochiliei si vede melcul dand rapid din cur si strigand:
- Muie ma na muie!
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Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.
Look at me.
Can you tell,
By the way I move and do my hair?
Do you think that it's me,
Or is it not me?
I don't even care.
I'm alive, I don't smell.
I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.
Dry.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake.
Do I drink?
Do I date?
I've got perfect placements.
All my ink satisfied,
In your eyes.
I'm the biggest fan that I've got right now.
I made sure that I look how I wanted to look.
The people around me,
The people surround me.
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.
Dry.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake.
My stomach hurts now,
And all tied off in lace.
I pray, I beg, for anything to hit me in the face.
And this sickness isn't me.
I pray to fall from grace.
The last thing I see is feeling.
And I'm tellïng you I'm a fake.
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am sa pun si eu un banc:
un barbat isi prezinta prietena blonda parintilor. acasa de aseaza toti la masa si incep sa manance. dupa un timp, blonda trage o basina. tatal baiatului se apleaca sub masa si striga la caine:
-rex!
blonda rasufla usurata. dupa inca putin timp, iarasi trage blonda o basina. tatal baiatului
-rex!
blonda rasufla din nou usurata. trage a treia oara o basina. tatal baiatului deja enervat:
-rex, nu vezi ca se caca asta pe tine? 
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uneori imi este atat de greu sa uit prin ce am trecut.....si este numai vina ta.....poate intr-o zi cand iti vei aduce aminte de ce-ai facut sa regreti...poate te voi intalni vreodata si te voi face sa platesti.......TE URASC
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deci e prea tare bancul )))
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Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.
Look at me.
Can you tell,
By the way I move and do my hair?
Do you think that it's me,
Or is it not me?
I don't even care.
I'm alive, I don't smell.
I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.
Dry.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake.
Do I drink?
Do I date?
I've got perfect placements.
All my ink satisfied,
In your eyes.
I'm the biggest fan that I've got right now.
I made sure that I look how I wanted to look.
The people around me,
The people surround me.
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.
Dry.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake.
My stomach hurts now,
And all tied off in lace.
I pray, I beg, for anything to hit me in the face.
And this sickness isn't me.
I pray to fall from grace.
The last thing I see is feeling.
And I'm tellïng you I'm a fake.
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