Аврил Лавин

Got my head on the pillow
Ready for a new night
Got my dreams to hold on tight
Wanna stay asleep forever
‘Cause when I wake up I’ll feel so alone
When I wake up you’re gone

Still I have to believe
That of all this loving can’t be for nothing
Don’t care about other guys ‘cause I made up my mind
It’s Ты или no one
It’s worth the pain
If only I knew it isn’t in vain
But even though we’re apart you’ll be in my сердце forever

I’m keeping my eyes closed
Trying to keep the noise out of my head
Holding onto Ты for as long as I can
Wanna stay in постель, кровати forever
‘Cause when I wake up I’ll feel...

It was evening and Kelsey had no idea where she was. Her father had failed to mention and she had been too upset to pay any attention to any sign boards. All she knew was that she was at a bar and that she was planning on getting drunk.
“Guess Ты can’t serve any booze?” she moped.
“No, technically I can’t” the bartender replied. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon. “But then again, I never play by the rules” He poured a glass and shove it to me. He waved his hand when she wanted to take her wallet. “On me” “Gee, thanks” Kelsey said. “Rough night?” the bartender asked....

I didn’t see Ты leaving
And I haven’t quite missed Ты yet
But the moment Ты came back on our spot
Your nagging started spinning in my head

You sure do have a problem
It’s so obvious to see
But Ты better cut your stupid crap
Or you’ll find out what a сука I can be

I have a little message, so Ты better clean your ears
‘Cause I want Ты to hear it loud and clear

You better go now
Before we kick Ты out
You better leave now
And don’t say goodbye
You better walk away
We won’t shed a tear
‘Cause for a pathetic little сука
there’s no place in here

So now you’re back with your depressing...

Dean slowed down in a улица, уличный near the café. A few yards further a police фургон, ван was parked. Yellow stripes marked a crime scene and people in white costumes were discussing with people in black costumes.
“You think it’s Cas?” Sam asked, looking at Dean from the corner of his eye.
“If it’s not, I’m fairly certain he’s got something to do with it” Dean replied dark, before getting out of the car. He walked steady to the crime scene as he pulled out one of his fake ID’s. “FBI, what do Ты got?”
“Man, 43, looks like he’s strangled to death” the coroner said. He took a...