Topic: LEPERS THE FOURTEENTH - part 27 | |
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hiya michelle what did you do? i hurt my knee 4 months ago( 5 sheets of wood into it) never got it checked out went to a carnival saterday night and went to get on a ride felt 2 pops in it and collapsed im in inmobleizer and crutches |
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ohhh michelle see what happens when you get to close to me
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i dont think my wit is what anyone wants right now,, its rather dark and murderous
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i can deal with it....however dark it may be....
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i dont think my wit is what anyone wants right now,, its rather dark and murderous |
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ohhh michelle see what happens when you get to close to me |
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ohhh michelle see what happens when you get to close to me thanks michelle |
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As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya" I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey... Oh-oh, ya Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin' Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin' But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Whiskey in the jar-o Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya |
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ok
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The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place? Like acid and oil on a madman's face His reasons tend to fly away Like lesser birds on the four winds, yeah Like silver scrapes in May Now the sands become a crust And most of you have gone away, then you're gone away Ah, come Susie dear, let's take a walk Just out there upon the beach I know you'll soon be married And you'll want to know where winds come from Well, it's never said at all On the map that Carrie reads Behind the clock back there you know At the four winds bar, mm, yeah Yeah Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Four winds at the four winds bar Two doors locked and windows barred One door left to take you in The other one just mirrors it Hey! Hey! Yeah! Hey! Yeah! Hey! Ooh, in hellish glare and inference The other one's a duplicate The queenly flux, eternal light Or the light that never warms Yes, the light that never, never warms Yes, the light that never, never warms Never warms, never warms The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst Out at you from their hiding place? Miss Carrie nurse and Susie dear Would find themselves at four winds bar It's the nexus of the crisis And the origin of storms Just the place to hopelessly Encounter time and then came me Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Call me Desdenova, eternal light These gravely digs of mine Will surely prove a sight And don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent Astronomy - a star Astronomy - a star Astronomy (astronomy) - a star, yeah Astronomy - a star Astronomy |
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See Jen? Your Nation wide!
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i can see that...by the way you might wanna hide around july
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Snort! Bringing Stephen?
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Prolly not~
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trying to tell everyone my future jen with that pic?
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no its my future steve cuz i feel like commiting a hienous crime
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Ohboy! Am I the only psyco nut here tonight?
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no im a pyscho cashew
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brb phone
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pyscho black walnut here
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