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John Teatime
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John (Дҗ০ዘዘu 𓆩❤︎𓆪) Teatime

Don’t try to fix me — I’m not broken.
Местоимения: он/его
Семейное положение: В активном поиске
Дата регистрации: 23 мая в 17:09
Родной город: London
Полит. взгляды: Не выбраны
День рождения: 27 апреля
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Telegram: @namaruka
Личный сайт: https://vk.com/pidorasraiona
Город: London
Адрес: City of Westminster

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Интересы: музыка
Любимая музыка: W.A.S.P, skid row, lumen, evil not alone, ночные снайперы, сплин, земфира, слот, нуки, наутилусы, аматори, 4 апреля, шуты, ария, Deftones, the Beatles, Sex Pistols, Slipknot, Queen, Korn, Guns and Roses, Nirvana, Type o negative, limp bizkit, Scorpions, led Zeppelin, evanescence, Cranberreis, cure, tracktor bowling, louna, linkin park, Offspring, Kiss, NIN, Hole, nomy, paramore, nickelblack, Stone sour, zz top, jem, smiths, МакКартни, Леннон, 6000000000себя, психея, мэнсон, джоан джетт, Китай, пикник, Анна Цутия, Сиена Ринго, Элис Купер...
Любимые фильмы: Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage, Five Feet Apart, The Fault in Our Stars, Nowhere Boy, Westwood: Punk, Icon, Activist, Sid and Nancy.
Любимые ТВ-шоу: Euphoria, Big Little Lie, Metalocalypse, король и шут.
Любимые цитаты: Трудно объяснить, но я всегда имел определенное чутье того, как бомжи одеваются в Лондоне.
О себе: Я ничего не сделал, но всё сделал неправильно.
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Tracktor Bowling Ничья
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My Chemical Romance Na Na Na
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[Intro: Dr. Death Defying]
The future is bulletproof!
The aftermath is secondary
It's time to do it now and do it loud
Killjoys, make some noise!
(Na, na na, na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na, na na, na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na, na na, na, na na
Na, na na na, na na
Na, na na na na)

[Verse 1: Gerard Way]
Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs
I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got
Take the cash and I'll keep it
Eight legs to the wall
Hit the gas, kill 'em all
(And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl)
You be my detonator
Love, gimme love, gimme love
I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart
And I'll keep it in a bag in a box
Put an X on the floor
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
(Shut up and sing it with me)
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[Chorus: Gerard Way]
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) From mall security
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) To every enemy
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) We're on your property
Standing in V-formation
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Let's blow an artery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Eat plastic surgery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Keep your apology
Give us more detonation

[Post-Chorus: Gerard Way]
More, gimme more, gimme more!

[Verse 2: Gerard Way]
Oh, let me tell you 'bout the sad man
Shut up and let me see your jazz hands
Remember when you were a madman?
Thought you was Batman (Na-na)
And hit the party with a gas can?
Kiss me, you animal!

[Chorus: Gerard Way]
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) You run the company
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Fuck like a Kennedy
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) I think we'd rather be
Burning your information
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Let's blow an artery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Eat plastic surgery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Keep your apology
Give us more detonation
[Bridge: Gerard Way]
And right here, right now, all the way in Battery City
The little children raise their open, filthy palms
Like tiny daggers up to Heaven
And all the juvie halls, and the Ritalin rats
Ask angels made from neon and fucking garbage
Scream out, "What will save us?"
And the sky opened up

[Refrain: Gerard Way]
Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one, no one wants to die
Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try
Wanna try, wanna try now
I'll be your detonator

[Guitar Solo]

[Interlude]
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na)

[Chorus: Gerard Way]
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Make no apology
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) It's death or victory
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) On my authority
Crash and burning, young and loaded
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Drop like a bullet shell
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Dress like a sleeper cell
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) I'd rather go to Hell
[Outro: Gerard Way]
Than be in purgatory
Cut my hair, gag and bore me
Pull this pin, let this world explode
[AMATORY] Дыши со мной
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