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:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD ihania

tänään oli ihanin päivä pitkään aikaan.

poistin ton ku ahdisti kattoa omaa naamaa
taidan kohta mennä nukkumaan pöytä on taas sekasin
pitäs ensi livejournalii väsäää jottaiijqwds

tekee mieli taiteilla esim piirtäämaalaa jotain mut en tiiä jaksanko aaaaaaaa ehkä katon umbrellas of cherbourg (on nii paskan kuulone leffa evovmm) mutjooo

ette käsitä miten huono olo tuli ku tajusin et placebo tulee provinssii. :((( pääsisinköhä sinne placebopäiväks.

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ps. "JOS NYKÄSEE OIKEIN KUNNOLLA NI VOI LÄHTEÄ HIUKSET PÄÄSTÄ" ....

jos sussa ei oo mitään vikaa ja hoet muotiblogissas mm. 'paska kuva', 'pulla maistuu pulla ei maistu enää pulla maistui', 'rakeinen kuva' jnejne ei saatana ni anpu ittes 8((((( oon koukus arthur tunesiii ja repesin tänää varpun iLmeelle ittekseni asdf kaikkii kiinnostaa??? ja VAR ÄR DU NY

mul menee pinna tohon ooceen oliveriin.... vittu mikä jätkä

One man's tears stain the pillow
Where he used to lay his head
She's left him for another man
So how come they're both sleeping in his bed?
He can hardly sleep for misery
You can hear him catch his breath
And he grinds his teeth into the night
And God says "Hey, Adolf, are you alright?"

One boy's tears stain the paper
Where he writes his Christmas list
And he inks in broken German
"I wanna be a fine artist"
Then he wipes out half a continent
With one flick of his wrist
He's so lonely, so misunderstanding
As he pulls his blanket across the landing

You can hear them falling every day (Hitler's tears)
Just open up the newspaper (Hitler's tears)
You can hide, there's no escape from Hitler's tears ―
Just what makes the führer blue?
He's crying for you

One man's tears ― he was a fascist
Before it was cool
'Cause now it's so expected
Just accept it that power is cruel
So he'll apply for reinstatement
By new reincarnation rules
'Cause he's the only man, most certainly
Who could claim to have learned from history

Hitler cries himself to sleep, alone in Brazil, no-one calls
How must it feel to be the biggest loser of them all?

One man's tears ― saltwater salutes the final trip
A thousand naughty Nazis
A fraülein with a bullwhip
A lullaby of Ãœber Alles
A shaking upper lip
It's all become a Whitehall farce
That's how we tear our fears apart
But you shouldn't take it straight to heart
So the rest of us can get some sleep tonight

You can hear them falling everyday...