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Sweet song, check the lyrics
Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can't get down and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
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When you are ded inside but try to move on
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Choose life; choose a job; choose a career; choose a family; choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tin openers; Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance; choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments; choose a starter home; choose your friends; Choose leisurewear and matching luggage; Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics; choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on sunday morning; choose sitting on the couch watching mind numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth; choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in amiserable home nothing more than an embarassement to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself; choose your future; choose life. But why would i want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
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I found out that it’s not cool to listen to Marilyn Manson when you are twenty something, haven’t done it in year but i enjoy it tonight, i found out that riding a longboard is somehow gay but i love it and scream from joy riding down a hill, wearing my not cool sweatsuit, most of my friends and relatives are getting married or being happy with their lifes and i’m here being a failure but eh, i will make it, working overtime will save my soul. Listening to some kinds of music is not considered cool, but why are you ashamed to admit that you enjoy hip-hop? if i like you i still will. It’s sad that my scales today show 59,3 kg and omg i’m so fat. It’s fun to go out on weekends but i fail to move my ass to social events. but meh, among all this sadness (or better call it overthinking and judgement?) i somehow still feel happy.
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“Excuse me, that man in the corner, who is he?”
“He’s one of them rangers. Dangerous folk they are — wandering the wilds. What his right name is I’ve never heard, but around here, he’s known as Strider.”
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Weapon X is loose, weapon X is loose. Eh.
Hugh Jackman as Wolverine (2000 - 2017)
Thank you for these past 17 years~ ❤
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