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Dienstag, 7. September 2004
eleanor rigby
neith, 13:25h
ein schöner song, ziemlich traurig, aber irgendwie schön... wie gesagt, in letzter zeit hör ich beatles, weiß auch nicht wieso...
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for
All the lonely people, where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon
That no one will hear, no one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there, what does he care
All the lonely people, where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried
Along with her name, nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave, no one was saved
All the lonely people, where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for
All the lonely people, where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon
That no one will hear, no one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there, what does he care
All the lonely people, where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried
Along with her name, nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave, no one was saved
All the lonely people, where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong
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mittach...
neith, 13:16h
die erste hälfte des arbeitstages is schonmal um, heut haben die kiddies mal n bischen aufgedreht, so langsam trauen sie sich was. aber was wäre der tag ohne ein bischen äktschn? langweilig, genau!!! ^^ (okay, sieht man mal vom stress ab, aber ich bin ja noch jung ggg)
auf heut abend hab ich dann schon weniger bock, team und wahl für den vsa... aber ich bin ja neu, ich bin motiviert, und was das beste ist.... ich bin noch jung!!!! wuahahaha!!!!! mein ganzes leben liegt noch vor mir!!! mir stehen noch alle möglichkeiten offen!!!! ich kann machen, was ich will......
toll, jetzt bin ich wieder down....
auf heut abend hab ich dann schon weniger bock, team und wahl für den vsa... aber ich bin ja neu, ich bin motiviert, und was das beste ist.... ich bin noch jung!!!! wuahahaha!!!!! mein ganzes leben liegt noch vor mir!!! mir stehen noch alle möglichkeiten offen!!!! ich kann machen, was ich will......
toll, jetzt bin ich wieder down....
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