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There's a little pile of ashes where my old life used to be.
Credit cards and memories all dumped into the sea.
Well this ain't no time for bull as I fly into the sun.
Well you can't trust anybody if you can't trust number one.

Well the man tells me my future, is not so far away.
And get ready for tomorrow, I gotta waste my whole today.
My inner luck knows better, it's what I wanna hear.
Just like a diamond bullet where it's crystal crystal clear.
Whooaaa Yeaaah!
Whooo!

I can slap a tornado,
I can dry up a sea, yeah.
When I live for the moment,
There ain't no ain't knowin' me

You'll never find your pleasure if you worry about your pain,
And your precious little details are stretchin' out my brain.
Well you spin around and bite your nails, now let me tell you son,
That you can't trust anybody if you can't trust number one.

Well the man tells me my future and it's not so far away,
And I get ready for tomorrow, I gotta waste my whole today.
Well my inner luck knows better, it's what I wanna hear.
Just like a diamond bullet where it's crystal crystal clear.
Whooaaa Yeaaah!

I can slap a tornado,
I can dry up a sea.
When I live for the moment,
There ain't no ain't knowin' me.

Now don't you sell me no future, yeah.
Don't you sell me your love.
I ain't vouchin' your number,
You couldn't pay me enough.

I ain't buyin' no future when the past is so far away.
I ain't buyin' no future when the past is so far away.
I ain't buyin' no future when the past is so far away.
I ain't buyin' no future when the past is so far away, yeah.

I can slap a tornado,
I can dry up a sea, yeah.
When I live for the moment,
There ain't no ain't knowin' me.

Now don't you sell me no future, yeah.
Don't you sell me your love.
I ain't vouchin' your number,
You couldn't pay me enough, you couldn't pay me enough.

Couldn't pay me enough.
You couldn't pay me enough.
You couldn't pay me enough.
You couldn't pay me enough.

Eihän sitä uskalla enää nukkua jos ei laita tätä tänne...;)

Vuonna 1933 pieni tyttö joutui murhaajan uhriksi. Murhaaja hautasi tytön elävältä maahan toistaen samalla sanoja “Toma sota balcu“.

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huomasin vasta nytten että voin kirjoittaa päiväkirjaa...hmp....olenpas tyhmä.

no mutta viime yönä ihana ystäväiseni horny oli meillä yötä ja riehuttiin taas ! ja käytiin tänää ulkona ja nyt oon ollu koneella pari tuntii..xD näin se eka lomapäivä lähtee...:P