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Whiskey in the Jar
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Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin' And some men like ta hear, ta hear cannon ball a roarin' Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship - Words: 95 - Published: 10-12-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2730401
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my headphones slip into my ears and my
heart skips a beat as i
hear his voice filtering into my sedentary

brain and i
come alive.

i miss that boy so much i can't
think in class and i
can't sleep at night
unless i'm
with him.

this isn't love
but

some days i almost
wish it was.

a/n: It's not actually his voice but
Metallica reminds me of him so it might as well
be him.

He's buying me a tshirt from the Metallica show tomorrow night. =]

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