And, of course, twelve major chords.


Leave your minds open, lift your souls up to the stars. Memories come to me like stones of sickening sounds; please, help me, turn it down. Keep your ears awake, when the music starts to play. Phrases come to me like stone of sickening sounds; please, help me, turn it down. Yes, I'm still well alive, and I've still got this life. Well, your music sounds loud, I can't bear with it now. I prefer to go home where the chords are more sound. Now I had much enough; help me, please, turn it down.
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micky machibuse, dijo...

Jajaj, si esta bueno, igual la pista que yo fui es chiquitita jaja, pero, yo creo que tambien tengo una fiesta de egresados el 8 jaja, por ahi nos vemos xD