How many roads must a man walk down,
before you can call him a man?
Ok, so now I'm leaving, for real. I'll see you either saturday or sunday.
Cheers!
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Vi kommer alltid att leva, vi kommer aldrig att dö.
Full, för kärlekens skull.
Go, go, SSKK.
Vi kommer alltid att leva, vi kommer aldrig att dö.
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Gunner, man, that's quicksand.
Well this blaze and noise boy, he's gunning that bitch loaded to blasting point. He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point, and there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, no, there's nothing left that you could sell. Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell.
And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood." I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?
And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood." I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?
Svaret finns i botten av bägaren. Titta djupt.
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1 kommentar(er).:
I feel left out, you evul person. I haven't been mentioned for like an eternity! Makes me sad. So now I'm going to visit the holy Carrot Man. At least he would blog about me if he had hands and could blog. Or something. Anyways, have a nice holiday! :)
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