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  • Theobromina
    Crash! Boom! Bang!
    • 23-12-2003
    • 5125

    #1

    Circus - Sybil

    Im a prisioner breaking away from myself
    Im a listener of things Im not supossed to hear
    Whats the reason you are knocking locked doors
    on this?
    The other side of the wall nobodys got the keys.

    My confusion is so real, an arrow going nowhere
    Someone inside is trying to turn me against myself
    Im falling down cutting the air with my skin,
    Im trying to find myself,
    I dont know where else to search.

    Every part starts to crack
    The pieces scattered on the ground
    Everything is going down
    My song starts to cry

    Everyday I gotta die
    Get my crown, turnabout
    Split the floor, get my eyes
    Fit into me, drink the sun
    Who am I? where is the sky?
    I cannot see, Im almost blind
    Everyone is suspicious of stealing my life
    Im getting clown, Im overdrive
    Im nuts about you, Im my lie
    Im a slave of your desire
    Who is the puppeteer of my life?

    My worlds are gonna crash
    My anxiety is driving me wild
    Breaking the mirrors I wont stop the past
    Who am I going to lie?

    This is the circus of the explicit
    Just trust what you see
    My illusion is nude, Im exposed to you
    I cant hide the chains inside of me.

    This is the circus of the explicit
    Just trust what you see
    My illusion is nude, Im exposed to you
    I cant hide the chains inside of me.

    My eyes, starting to bleed
    The clearness hurts me when its reson what should
    dream.
    I cannot feel free, I cant hide what you see:
    My soul is outta my body, its place is filled with tears.

    Everyday I gotta die
    Get my crown, turnabout
    Split the floor, get my eyes
    Fit into me, drink the sun
    Im getting clown, Im overdrive
    Im nuts about you, Im my lie
    Im a slave of your desire
    Who is the puppeteer of my life?

    My worlds are gonna crash
    My anxiety is driving me wild
    Breaking the mirrors I wont stop the past
    Who am I going to lie?

    This is the circus of the explicit
    Just trust what you see
    My illusion is nude, Im exposed to you
    I cant hide the chains inside of me.

    This is the circus of the explicit
    Just trust what you see
    My illusion is nude, Im exposed to you
    I cant hide the chains inside of me.

    This is the circus of the explicit
    Just trust what you see
    My illusion is nude, Im exposed to you
    I cant hide the chains inside of me.

  • Pendorcho
    Poroto rojo con tos.
    • 21-05-2004
    • 5350

    #2

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    • STIRNEMANN
      OsteoplasO
      • 19-07-2003
      • 1123

      #3
      Che
      El Sable que me ha acompañado en toda la Guerra de la Independencia de la América del Sud, le será entregado al General de la República Argentina don Juan Manuel de Rosas, como una prueba de la satisfacción, que como Argentino he tenido al ver la firmeza con que ha sostenido el honor de la República contra las injustas pretensiones de los extranjeros que trataron de humillarla.

      José de San Martín

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      • P0d MaLd!t0
        Pacedero
        • 22-12-2004
        • 5552

        #4
        Juajuaju!

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        • Ðimitri.
          fukin dim
          • 19-11-2003
          • 8210

          #5
          JaUJaUuAUJAujaujaJaJUJa

          Es bettitiansdfinads
          Nací un buen día, mi madre no era virgen. No vino el Rey, tampoco me importó.


          Jotase: Me siento solo =(.
          Reidiojed: No me importan tus PUCHEROS!

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          • Ðimitri.
            fukin dim
            • 19-11-2003
            • 8210

            #6
            Y YO SOY UN HIJO DE PURTO!!!
            Nací un buen día, mi madre no era virgen. No vino el Rey, tampoco me importó.


            Jotase: Me siento solo =(.
            Reidiojed: No me importan tus PUCHEROS!

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            • Ðimitri.
              fukin dim
              • 19-11-2003
              • 8210

              #7
              jzkKJIZjkZkj
              Nací un buen día, mi madre no era virgen. No vino el Rey, tampoco me importó.


              Jotase: Me siento solo =(.
              Reidiojed: No me importan tus PUCHEROS!

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              • Lokillo
                gamoRRa nº2
                • 23-02-2004
                • 7492

                #8
                AJAJUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJUAJAJAJAJAJAUJA

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                • Lokillo
                  gamoRRa nº2
                  • 23-02-2004
                  • 7492

                  #9
                  HIJO DE PUTOOOOOO JAUAJAJ

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                  • Netscape
                    Scotty doesn't know...
                    • 24-08-2004
                    • 18704

                    #10
                    AJaujau

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                    • Netscape
                      Scotty doesn't know...
                      • 24-08-2004
                      • 18704

                      #11
                      Que quede en la histora

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