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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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idem rbd
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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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manele sux.....cu toate k astea dl me din cls asc sunt shi yo obligata sa asc....imi place o mel sau 2 .....sa mor yo au nijte texte obscene...god...nuj cum naiba ii lasa sa dea aja cv la tv.....ink odata manele suxxxx..  
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nasoale...adik nj...numai prostii scot pe gura manelarii ajtia  
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get a life!
yuck yuck!
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asti sunt sub orice critica
pfoaaaa fac alergie imi ies bubitze si ma mananca de nu mai pot
fuck manels  cum zice un prieten de'al meu :P
cea mai de kkt inventi muzicala :-&
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like the naked leads the blind
i know i'm selfilsh, i'm unkind
so hot 
luv yu bam
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mda.cele mai oribile
colegii mei ma faceau manelista ptr k la banchetul mic m-am imbatat rau ji am fost jos la "discoteca" ji dansam p manele ji cand am plecat tot cantam o manea
nu era vina mea....ei m-au imbatat 
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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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le urasc :| nuj kum poate tata sa'l asculte pe dintosu ala x( thumanii e atat de expirat ....si imputzit :|
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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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