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Panic! at the disco ~
Entonces los chicos testosterona y chicas titeres, ¿Bailarán este fuerte ritmo y tendran a su amante cerca?
Radiohead ~
This is what you get when you mess with us.
The beatles ~
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble. Tres bien ensemble.
The killers ~
Glamorous indie rock'n'roll is what I need. It's in my soul, it's what I need. Indie rock'n'roll, it's time.
Cobra starship ~
I don’t wanna hear about people I don’t know. Not you, not him, not her, no.
gorillaz ~
Paramore ~
That never happens, I guess I’m dreaming again. Let’s be more than, this.
Fall out boy ~
Dance, dance. We are falling apart to half time.
Ross, Ryan Ross.
Mr. Urie.
Yeah, he's Spencer Smith.
And he's Jon Walker.
And he's better than ninjas.
I know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home. You are at the top of my lungs, run to the ones who never yawn.
isn't this precisely where you'd like me? You know, praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety? But i'm afrayd that I, well I may have faked. I wouldn't be caught dead in this place.
And all I can think of, is the way I'm the one who charmed the one, who gave up on you.
Tengo unos brazos que esperan abrazarte, y retenerte a mi lado. Tengo unos labios que desean besarte, y tenerte satisfecho.
They ended up... well, making love isn't exactly what i'm looking for. But you get the picture. Oh what a wonderfoul caricature of intimacy.
