"Музыкальный марафон"(Игра)

[Violettka]

я хз, это вроде в стилягах было))

ага, Стиляги-шаляй-валяй =ъъъ

Leather and jeans
your watch glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us

[MirandaChik]

ГаГо ) Папараци))

[Micluxa]

Я думал, что убил тему:D

[MirandaChik]

Ты убил, а мы воскресили)) :D

[Violet_Grace]

Я думал, что убил тему:D

интересно как ты её убивал??:D

[Micluxa]

Как, как постом:D

[Anastasiya3398]

Я думал, что убил тему:D

а не получилось) эту тему могутубить только модераторы или администраторы... чего стоит нажать одно кнопочку и закрыть тему
офф:это не обсуждение, поэтому банить меня не зачто:rolleyes:

[Micluxa]

Я написал, что хочу её убить? о_О
Offtop POWER!!!111!!11

[Micluxa]

Roaming the plains
where a number is your name
In a palace
And you'll never find the door
Oh, look into the mirror
Is it what you wanna see?
Or just a cuddle toy
The vogue has washed ashore?

No, I don't care what you say
Into the darkness I plough my way
I'm striking out for paradise
To be the one I am

We're going down to the devil
We are striking out for paradise
To bedlam below - down to the devil
The mad parade is coming home

Can't you hear the sound
As they make the hammer pound?
Rusty nails into a coffin of your size
To bury you alive
you mature until you're ripe
Then they reap you
When you're beautiful enough
in their eyes

They lurk to wall in your belief
Put up glass ceilings that you can't see
To break down the freak
They don't want you to be

We're going down to the devil
We are striking out for paradise
To bedlam below - down to the devil
The mad parade is coming home

Down to the devil
Striking out for paradise
To bedlam below - down to the devil
Mad parade is coming home

Oh, we're going down to the devil
Striking out for paradise
We're going down to the devil
Mad parade is coming home
(Here's your invitation, your instigation
Your damnation to the hellfire club)

Down to the devil
Striking out for paradise

P.S. Ушёл играть эту песню в Frets on Fire (:

[Anastasiya3398]

Roaming the plains
where a number is your name
In a palace
And you'll never find the door
Oh, look into the mirror
Is it what you wanna see?
Or just a cuddle toy
The vogue has washed ashore?

No, I don't care what you say
Into the darkness I plough my way
I'm striking out for paradise
To be the one I am

We're going down to the devil
We are striking out for paradise
To bedlam below - down to the devil
The mad parade is coming home

Can't you hear the sound
As they make the hammer pound?
Rusty nails into a coffin of your size
To bury you alive
you mature until you're ripe
Then they reap you
When you're beautiful enough
in their eyes

They lurk to wall in your belief
Put up glass ceilings that you can't see
To break down the freak
They don't want you to be

We're going down to the devil
We are striking out for paradise
To bedlam below - down to the devil
The mad parade is coming home

Down to the devil
Striking out for paradise
To bedlam below - down to the devil
Mad parade is coming home

Oh, we're going down to the devil
Striking out for paradise
We're going down to the devil
Mad parade is coming home
(Here's your invitation, your instigation
Your damnation to the hellfire club)

Down to the devil
Striking out for paradise

P.S. Ушёл играть эту песню в Frets on Fire (:

хы я такую не наю, ждем миранду с ее знаниями песен):D