February
March 2011
Now it's closing time, the music's fading out Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout. Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face, guess
sugen som fan på å dra å kirra nån Piercing men vart/vad?????????
happy st patrick's day
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all, By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call, But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear, Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.
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