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Chev Chelios (Jason Statham), a hit man wanting to go straight, lets his latest target slip away, then he awakes the next morning to a phone call that informs him he has been poisoned and has only an hour to live unless he keeps adrenaline coursing through his body while he searches for an antidote.

When the world, leaves you feeling blue

We've got to all stick together

Reach for the stars

There's a place waiting just for you (waiting just for you)

Reach for the stars

Don't believe in all that you've been told

Climb every mountain (reach)

Reach for the stars

Reach for the stars

Reach for the stars

IT was a chilly November afternoon.  I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in  the dining-room, with my feet upon the fender, and at my elbow a small  table which I had rolled up to the fire, and upon which were some  apologies for dessert, with some miscellaneous bottles of wine, spirit  and liqueur.  In the morning I had been reading Glover's "Leonidas,"  Wilkie's "Epigoniad," Lamartine's "Pilgrimage," Barlow's "Columbiad,"  Tuckermann's "Sicily," and Griswold's "Curiosities" ;  I am willing to  confess, therefore, that I now felt a little stupid.  I made effort to  arouse myself by aid of frequent Lafitte,  and, all failing, I betook myself to a stray newspaper in  despair.  Having carefully perused the column of "houses to let," and  the column of "dogs lost," and then the two columns of "wives and  apprentices runaway," I attacked with great resolution the editorial  matter, and, reading it from beginning to end without understanding a  syllable, conceived the possibility of its being Chinese, and so re-read  it from the end to the beginning, but with no more satisfactory result.

Never give all the heart, for love

When you kill it at the edge of the pan, you don't notice

Anon to drawen every wight bigan,

And, shortly for to tellen as it was,

Were it by áventúre, or sort, or cas,

The sothe is this, the cut fil to the Knyght,

Of which ful blithe and glad was every wyght;

And telle he moste his tale, as was resoun,

By foreward and by composicioun,

As ye han herd; what nedeth wordes mo?

And whan this goode man saugh that it was so,

As he that wys was and obedient

To kepe his foreward by his free assent,

He seyde, "Syn I shal bigynne the game,

What, welcome be the cut, a Goddes name!

Now lat us ryde, and herkneth what I seye."

And with that word we ryden forth oure weye;

And he bigan with right a myrie cheere

His tale anon, and seyde in this manére

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!

Alas! I am very sorry to say

That ninety lives have been taken away

On the last Sabbath day of 1879,

Which will be remember’d for a very long time.

’Twas about seven o’clock at night,

And the wind it blew with all its might,

And the rain came pouring down,

And the dark clouds seem’d to frown,

And the Demon of the air seem’d to say—

“I’ll blow down the Bridge of Tay.”

When the train left Edinburgh

The passengers’ hearts were light and felt no sorrow,

But Boreas blew a terrific gale,

Which made their hearts for to quail,

And many of the passengers with fear did say—

“I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay.”

But when the train came near to Wormit Bay,

Boreas he did loud and angry bray,

And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay

On the last Sabbath day of 1879,

Which will be remember’d for a very long time.

So the train sped on with all its might,

And Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sight,

And the passengers’ hearts felt light,

Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,

With their friends at home they lov’d most dear,

And wish them all a happy New Year.

So the train mov’d slowly along the Bridge of Tay,

Until it was about midway,

Then the central girders with a crash gave way,

And down went the train and passengers into the Tay!

The Storm Fiend did loudly bray,

Because ninety lives had been taken away,

On the last Sabbath day of 1879,

Which will be remember’d for a very long time.

As soon as the catastrophe came to be known

The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,

And the cry rang out all o’er the town,

Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,

And a passenger train from Edinburgh,

Which fill’d all the people’ hearts with sorrow,

And made them for to turn pale,

Because none of the passengers were sav’d to tell the tale

How the disaster happen’d on the last Sabbath day of 1879,

Which will be remember’d for a very long time.

It must have been an awful sight,

To witness in the dusky moonlight,

While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,

Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,

Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,

I must now conclude my lay

By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,

That your central girders would not have given way,

At least many sensible men do say,

Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,

At least many sensible men confesses,

For the stronger we our houses do build,

The less chance we have of being killed.

Yeah

Wanna know what it's like (like)

What's your size? (Size)

Wanna know what it's like (like)

You're exciting, boy, come find me

Tryna see if you could handle this ass

Wanna know what it's like (like)

When I was twelve, I wanted a macaw

but they cost hundreds of dollars.

If we win the lottery? I asked.

Macaws weren’t known to be great talkers,

but they were affectionate.

Yes, my mother said. If we win the lottery.

I was satisfied, so long as it wasn’t impossible.

The macaw would be blue.

And now as the iron rinds over