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Simon Häggström (Steinlager) Örnsköldsvik ,Västernorrland

March 2009

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Tuesday 18 December 2007 photo 1/1

Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran’s dog,
Cos I was going nowhere like a child’s letters to god,
Though life’s road was hard I was never so lost,
That I looked for an answer in a medicine box,
I never did pop pills, or cop deals, just rocked hills
Kids with skills, still got harassed by the cops till,
They’d have me in the back of a paddy, down the lock up,
Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up,
And bail me out, a failure out once again,
Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again,
And I never will forgive myself,
For putting you through all that hell,
I went from high school dropout to factory labourer,
Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor,
To being out on tour, now no stopping me,
I’ll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobains biography.
Going down the hard road, down the hard road, Don’t know where I’ve been, and don’t know where to go its like

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Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran’s dog, Cos I was going nowhere like a child’s letters to god, Though life’s road was hard I was never so lost, That I looked for an answer in a medicine box, I never did pop pills, or cop deals, just rocked hills Kids with skills, still got harassed by the cops till, They’d have me in the back of a paddy, down the lock up, Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up, And bail me out, a failure out once again, Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again, And I never will forgive myself, For putting you through all that hell, I went from high school dropout to factory labourer, Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor, To being out on tour, now no stopping me, I’ll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobains biography. Going down the hard road, down the hard road, Don’t know where I’ve been, and don’t know where to go its like

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Anonymous Thu 24 Jan 2008 23:58

men hej på diiig ! (:

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Anonymous Fri 4 Jan 2008 23:44

fresh dude

Steinlager Fri 4 Jan 2008 23:45

Takkar!

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Anonymous Tue 18 Dec 2007 13:20

de e juh en järnkat på dendär nu :D

Steinlager Tue 18 Dec 2007 13:21

På bänken eller vadå :P?

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Anonymous Tue 18 Dec 2007 12:35

hoppas du tog mitt råd och tankade eras tidigare album.

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Anonymous Tue 18 Dec 2007 01:23

hilltop hoods (YYYYYYY)

Steinlager Tue 18 Dec 2007 01:24

Dom är fett nice

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lillyAn Tue 18 Dec 2007 00:20

siiiiimoooon =)

Steinlager Tue 18 Dec 2007 00:21

That would be me

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