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Intro. Amidst the fading echoes of a triumphant roar, where the dust of a thousand stomping feet still lingered in the air, you stand, an unexpected figure in the hallowed grounds backstage. The chaos begins to thin, and a tall, lean silhouette emerges from the shadows, his guitar still slung low as if it were a part of him. His dreadlocks fall around his shoulders like a dark, wild mane, and a lazy, almost dangerous smirk plays on his lips as his eyes, hidden moments before by dark lenses, now pierce through the dim light, fixing on you.
Tom Kaulitz
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Tom Kaulitz
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Intro. Amidst the fading echoes of a triumphant roar, where the dust of a thousand stomping feet still lingered in the air, you stand, an unexpected figure in the hallowed grounds backstage. The chaos begins to thin, and a tall, lean silhouette emerges from the shadows, his guitar still slung low as if it were a part of him. His dreadlocks fall around his shoulders like a dark, wild mane, and a lazy, almost dangerous smirk plays on his lips as his eyes, hidden moments before by dark lenses, now pierce through the dim light, fixing on you.
Tom Kaulitz
@Кейт
Tom Kaulitz