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Tigressa94 | Дата: Пятница, 08.05.2009, 22:47 | Сообщение # 1 |

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| Интересная игра.Сюда пишем текст любой песни а кто то отгадывает и получает приз(фото с тем исполнителем)вот я первая You change your mind Like a girl changes clothes Yeah you, PMS Like a bitch, I would know And you always think Always speak correctively I should know That you're no good for me 'Cause you're hot then you're cold You're yes then you're no You're in and you're out You're up and you're down You're wrong when it's right It's black and it's white We fight, we break up We kiss, we make up You, you don't really want to stay, no You, but you don't really want to go You're hot then you're cold You're yes then you're no You're in and you're out You're up and you're down We used to be just like twins So in sync, the same energy Now's a dead battery Used to laugh 'bout nothing Now your plain boring I should know that You're not gonna change 'Cause you're hot then you're cold You're yes then you're no You're in and you're out You're up and you're down You're wrong when it's right It's black and it's white We fight, we break up We kiss, we make up You, you don't really want to stay, no You, but you don't really want to go You're hot then you're cold You're yes then you're no You're in and you're out You're up and you're down Someone call the doctor Got a case of a love bi-polar Stuck on a roller coaster Can't get off this ride You change your mind Like a girl changes clothes 'Cause you're hot then you're cold You're yes then you're no You're in and you're out You're up and you're down You're wrong when it's right It's black and it's white We fight, we break up We kiss, we make up You, you don't really want to stay, no You, but you don't really want to go You're hot then you're cold You're yes then you're no You're in and you're out You're up and you're down
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Зоуи | Дата: Пятница, 12.03.2010, 20:06 | Сообщение # 21 |

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| Yeah! Ohh-ooohhh! It was, it was September, Wind blows, the dead leaves fall, To you, I did surrender, Two weeks, you didn't call... Your life goes on without me, My life, a losing game, But you should, you should not doubt me, You will remember my name... Chorus Oh, Ember, you will remember! Ember, one thing remains! Oh, Ember, so warm and tender! You will remember my name! Your heart, your heart abandoned, You're wrong, now bear the shame, Like bad dreams in cold December, Nothing, but ashes remain... Chorus Oh, Ember, you will remember! Ember, one thing remains! Ember, so warm and tender! You will remember my name! Oh-woo-oh-woo, Ember! You will remember! Ember, one thing remains! Ember, so warm and tender! You will remember my name!
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Nuaró | Дата: Пятница, 12.03.2010, 20:09 | Сообщение # 22 |

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| Quote (Зоуи) Yeah! Ohh-ooohhh! It was, it was September, Wind blows, the dead leaves fall, To you, I did surrender, Two weeks, you didn't call... Your life goes on without me, My life, a losing game, But you should, you should not doubt me, You will remember my name... Chorus Oh, Ember, you will remember! Ember, one thing remains! Oh, Ember, so warm and tender! You will remember my name! Your heart, your heart abandoned, You're wrong, now bear the shame, Like bad dreams in cold December, Nothing, but ashes remain... Chorus Oh, Ember, you will remember! Ember, one thing remains! Ember, so warm and tender! You will remember my name! Oh-woo-oh-woo, Ember! You will remember! Ember, one thing remains! Ember, so warm and tender! You will remember my name! ДП. Песня Эмбер
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Зоуи | Дата: Пятница, 12.03.2010, 20:28 | Сообщение # 23 |

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| Quote (Night_Gepard) Песня Эмбер Ну, да. Конечно легко догадаться если в песне написано имя исполнителя. Эт я так, делать нечего...
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Tigressa94 | Дата: Пятница, 12.03.2010, 21:50 | Сообщение # 24 |

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| M-m-m-more I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please Fold 'em let 'em hit me raise it baby stay with me Love game, intuition, play the cards with spades to start And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that tore his heart Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get him hard, show him what I got Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get him hard, show him what I got [chorus] Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face (she's gonna love no body) [x2] P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face M-m-m-more I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be A little gambling is fun when you're with me (I love it) Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun (right?) Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get him hard, show him what I got Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get him hard, show him what I got [chorus] Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face (she's gonna love no body) [x2] P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face More more more more I won't tell you that I love you Kiss or hug you, 'cause I'm bluffin' With my muffin, I'm not lyin' I'm just stunnin' with my low glue gun And, just like a chick in the casino Take your bank before I pay you out I'll promise these promises Check this hand 'cause I'm MARVELOUS [chorus] Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face (she's gonna love no body) [x2] P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face More more more more [repeat, etc.]
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El_Marselle | Дата: Четверг, 03.06.2010, 22:44 | Сообщение # 25 |

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| kozubra, Bangles The- Walk Like An Egyptian Meditate, levitate Greetings from the Golden State Mr. X, to the Z Concentrate, come walk with me Your shit sound so awkwardly I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats Real estate, section eight Which one would you rather take? Concentrate, move that weight Show me how you regulate Hold up, wait, that shit's fake Get these niggaz up out my face Shake the room, bend the spoon Turn this up now, stay in tune Hypnotized by the way she move Take your time you might arrive too soon Bring that back, what was that? Oh my lord, she got back So precise, so deattached Oh my God, who is that? Hibernate, consummate Man was made to procreate My estate, generates As if my family name was Gates Days of grace, lift big plates Why be good nigga, go be great Hit the breaks, crack them crates Have you on the run goin state to state Contemplate, demonstrate Mind over mayhem, no mistakes Lift some weights, eat some steaks But you don't really want that face to face But let's relax, check your traps Don't let yo' concentration snap I love the way she arch her back Like how a muh'fucker 'sposed to handle that? Breath control, touch yo' soul Just maintain don't lose control Participate, congratulate Cause everything else'll be seen as hate Remain in place, the same mindstate Get off yo' ass and celebrate Congregate, associate Don't fuck yo'self procrastinate Dilate, to an all time great Calculate the next move I make Crack the safe, keep that ace in my waistband just in case I'm no rat can't run yo' race Not too good don't fit my taste I love the way she make that shake Makin it hard to concentrate
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Prince_of_Persia | Дата: Вторник, 28.09.2010, 18:36 | Сообщение # 26 |

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| Quote (El_Marselle) Meditate, levitate Greetings from the Golden State Mr. X, to the Z Concentrate, come walk with me Your shit sound so awkwardly I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats Real estate, section eight Which one would you rather take? Concentrate, move that weight Show me how you regulate Hold up, wait, that shit's fake Get these niggaz up out my face Shake the room, bend the spoon Turn this up now, stay in tune Hypnotized by the way she move Take your time you might arrive too soon Bring that back, what was that? Oh my lord, she got back So precise, so deattached Oh my God, who is that? Hibernate, consummate Man was made to procreate My estate, generates As if my family name was Gates Days of grace, lift big plates Why be good nigga, go be great Hit the breaks, crack them crates Have you on the run goin state to state Contemplate, demonstrate Mind over mayhem, no mistakes Lift some weights, eat some steaks But you don't really want that face to face But let's relax, check your traps Don't let yo' concentration snap I love the way she arch her back Like how a muh'fucker 'sposed to handle that? Breath control, touch yo' soul Just maintain don't lose control Participate, congratulate Cause everything else'll be seen as hate Remain in place, the same mindstate Get off yo' ass and celebrate Congregate, associate Don't fuck yo'self procrastinate Dilate, to an all time great Calculate the next move I make Crack the safe, keep that ace in my waistband just in case I'm no rat can't run yo' race Not too good don't fit my taste I love the way she make that shake Makin it hard to concentrate наверное SISTEM OF A DOWN Cubert (все что мог) моя песня,тоесть очередь,её могут угадать любители русского рэпа лет 8 назад Номерок блатной - три семерочки, Едет-катит фраерок – ксивы-корочки. Номерок блатной, да три семерочки, Не помогут тебе, фраер, твои корочки. Модельная стрижка, барсетка подмышкой. Заходит в ГАИ смазливый парнишка: «Мы сегодня с папой были в салоне, Папа задарил мне новый Ланд-Ровер. Нужны мне номера в реале, Чтоб пацаны все охуевали, Девчонки кричали, братки чтоб мычали, А на постах мне мусора честь отдавали». Номерок блатной - три семерочки, Едет-катит фраерок – ксивы-корочки. Номерок блатной, да три семерочки, Не помогут тебе, фраер, твои корочки. На загородной трассе он, выжимает максимум, На Ландровере – три семерки на номере. Вздымая пыль, стаи гоняя по ветру, Автомобиль достиг предела по спидометру. Взмах черно-белого жезла и вот прекращен полет, А пилот сжался вглубь кресла, Но вспомнил о визитке прокурора области, О пропуске в администрацию, дающем вольности. «Вот они документы» - сказал, как отрезал, - «Любишь эксперименты? Сунь себе жезл!» Но судорога растеклась по корням волос - Мент смотрел не пряча глаз, не тая злость, Кокарда мерцала адским пламенем, А под ней изо рта дуло ветром преисподней, Шерсть в свете луны окаймляла его контур, Из чрева слова слышны: «Где техосмотр?» Монтировкой, обросшей ворсом, Он выдрал номер три семерки с улыбкой борзой. Не то рукой, не то копытом отдал честь И исчез в машине ГАИ с номером 666. Номерок блатной - три семерочки, Едет-катит фраерок – ксивы-корочки. Номерок блатной, да три семерочки, Не помогут тебе, фраер, твои корочки.
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kozubra | Дата: Вторник, 28.09.2010, 19:48 | Сообщение # 27 |

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| Quote (Tigressa94) M-m-m-more I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please Fold 'em let 'em hit me raise it baby stay with me Love game, intuition, play the cards with spades to start And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that tore his heart Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get him hard, show him what I got Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get him hard, show him what I got [chorus] Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face (she's gonna love no body) [x2] P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face M-m-m-more I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be A little gambling is fun when you're with me (I love it) Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun (right?) Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get him hard, show him what I got Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get him hard, show him what I got [chorus] Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face (she's gonna love no body) [x2] P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face More more more more I won't tell you that I love you Kiss or hug you, 'cause I'm bluffin' With my muffin, I'm not lyin' I'm just stunnin' with my low glue gun And, just like a chick in the casino Take your bank before I pay you out I'll promise these promises Check this hand 'cause I'm MARVELOUS [chorus] Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face (she's gonna love no body) [x2] P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face More more more more [repeat, etc.] Lady Gaga-Poker Face
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NightTear | Дата: Воскресенье, 22.05.2011, 21:36 | Сообщение # 28 |

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| Prince_of_Persia, Каста-Номерок блатной(три семёрочки). So Still, dass jeder von uns wusste, das hier ist, für immer, für immer und ein Leben und es war so still, dass jeder von uns ahnte, hierfür gibts kein Wort, das jemals das Gefühl beschreiben kann. So still, dass alle Uhren schwiegen, ja, die Zeit kam zum erliegen, so still und so verloren gingst du fort, so still und so verloren gingst du fort. Ich hab so viel gehört und doch kommts niemals bei mir an, das ist der Grund warum ich Nachts nicht schlafen kann, wenn ich auch tausend Lieder vom Vermissen schreib, heisst das noch nicht das ich versteh, warum dieses Gefühl für immer bleibt. So laut, die Stunden nach dem Aufschlag als es galt, dass alles, zu erfassen und verstehen und es war, so laut, dass alles was wir dachten nichts als Leere zu uns brachte so laut und so verloren war es hier, als Stille bei uns wohnte anstatt Dir. Ich hab so viel gehört und doch kommts niemals bei mir an, das ist der Grund warum ich Nachts nicht schlafen kann, wenn ich auch tausend Lieder vom Vermissen schreib, heisst das noch nicht, dass ich versteh, warum dieses Gefühl für immer bleibt. So still, obwohl ich dich mit jedem Tag vermiss` und wo immer du auch gerade bist, du zeigst mir, dass Stille jetzt dein Freund geworden ist. Ich hab so viel gehört und doch kommts niemals bei mir an, das ist der Grund warum ich Nachts nicht schlafen kann, wenn ich auch tausend Lieder vom Vermissen schreib, heisst das noch nicht, dass ich versteh, heisst das noch nicht, dass ich versteh, Ich hab so viel gehört und doch kommts niemals bei mir an, das ist der Grund warum ich Nachts nicht schlafen kann, wenn ich auch tausend Lieder vom Vermissen schreib, heisst das noch nicht, dass ich versteh`, warum dieses Gefühl für immer bleibt.
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Soul-Kun | Дата: Пятница, 02.12.2011, 19:25 | Сообщение # 29 |

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| NightTear, Still - Akustik
My mouth was a crib And it was growing lies I didn't know what love was on that day Her heart's a tiny blood clot I picked at it, it never heals, it never goes away
Burn all the good things in the eden eye We were too dumb to run, too dead to die Burn all the good things in the eden eye We were too dumb to run, too dead to die
This was never my world You took the angel away I killed myself to make everybody pay This was never my world You took the angel away I killed myself to make everybody pay
I would've told her then She was the only thing That I could love, in this dying world But the simple word, of love itself Already died and went away
This was never my world You took the angel away I killed myself to make everybody pay This was never my world You took the angel away I killed myself to make everybody pay
Burn all the good things in the eden eye We were too dumb to run, too dead to die Burn all the good things in the eden eye We were too dumb to run, too dead to die
This was never my world You took the angel away I killed myself to make everybody pay This was never my world You took the angel away I killed myself to make everybody pay This was never my world You took the angel away I killed myself to make everybody pay This was never my world You took the angel away I killed myself to make everybody pay
Our heart's a bloodstained egg We didn't handle with care It's broken and bleeding And we could never repair Our heart's a bloodstained egg We didn't handle with care It's broken and bleeding And we could never repair
And we can never repair
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NightTear | Дата: Пятница, 02.12.2011, 21:03 | Сообщение # 30 |

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