For some deep fangirlish reason all of these will have songs in them, once I get it out I'll never have the urge again!
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Age 4
You Can't Always get What you Want
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I saw her today at a reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man
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"Toph," the boy was smiling happily, his cheeks covered in blue paint, "Pass blue pwease."
He pointed to the small toxin-free paint that his friend was holding, "I'm not done yet." She said, smearing a bit of it across her page. The class was chatting happily amoungst themselves while painting pictures of cats, houses and some merely splattered paint on their pages. A young teacher was walking between the table, encouraging in a happy voice as she passed the children.
His smile turned into a frown instantly.
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The man was sitting at the bar, an air of utter depression hanging over him, almost as noticeable as his 8 o'clock shadow. Outside a dull rain thudded on the sidewalk, the rhythm was calm but the dull pain forming at the crown of his forehead was unyielding even at the gentle drip of water.
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No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need
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"C'mon Toph," his blue eyes were watering slightly, "Gimmie."
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"Mind if I take a seat?" a man had approached the man sitting at the bar. The man at the bar shook his head. The new man was official, his brown hair streaked with white and he groaned as he lowered himself onto a stool, his wrinkly face cracking into a smile. The younger man glanced at the older man before pushing another bill towards the bartender and muttering another order for a beer.
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I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man
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Toph stuck her tongue out at him, "Gimmie gimmie never gets, don't you know your nanners yet." She continued painting.
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"I'm Mr. Jimmy." the man held out his hand to the younger man. It took the younger man a moment to realize what was going on, the bartender handed him a beer and the young man took a drink before turning his attention to the old man.
The younger man took it hesitantly, obviously weirded out by the man's formalness, "I'm Sokka." he offered no last name.
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You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you might find
You get what you need
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Sokka stared at her, obviously at a loss for words after the small song. He puffed out his chest and reached for the green paint. He opened it carefully and took a giant glob of it in his hand.
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"You seem depressed." Mr. Jimmy said as the bartender shuffled up, "Just a Coke and rum please." the bartender turned and began mixing the drink, the crack of a can opening and the glug of a bottle's contents being poured filled the slight silence as Sokka stared dejectedly at the drink sitting in his hand.
"Depressed would be an understatement." he finally said, giving Mr. Jimmy a sad look.
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And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
Sing it to me now...
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The paint arched through the air, like an odd green bird moulting in midair. Aang, who was sitting at their table, was watching it opened mouthed, his own finger painting forgotten.
SPLAT
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"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Sokka started to lean away from the man, his instinct telling him that this man meant trouble. "Listen, I don't mean to be rude but I really don't need any help. I'm fine."
"You don't seem fine." the man smiled again and Sokka's instincts were ignored as the man's understanding words washed over him.
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You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need
Oh baby, yeah, yeah!
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The paint had hit the middle of Toph's paper, splattering in all direction and covering the front of Toph's shirt in green.
"Ha-ha!" Sokka said, pointing at her, chortling, "Got ya!"
"Sokka!" Toph screamed, attracting the attention of the kindergarten teacher. Toph picked up the blue paint, and taking blind aim threw the navy in the direction of Sokka's laughter.
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"Do you really want to know?" Sokka asked, a slight bubble of hope swelling inside him.
Mr. Jimmy settled himself at the bar, interlocking long fingers and regarding Sokka with polite interest, "I would love to."
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I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favourite flavour, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him
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The paint missed it's target completely, instead hitting Zuko who sitting right beside Sokka. The paint had landed right in his hair was dripping down into his paper with a soft plop.
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Sokka downed the last of his beer and pushed it away while wiping the remains of the alcohol from his mouth with the back of his hand, "Well you see, I know this girl..."
During the entire story Mr. Jimmy said nothing, his expression barely wavered from calm amusement and occasionally he reached for his drink, the ice clinking in the glass as Sokka continued his sad tale.
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You can't always get what you want, no!
You can't always get what you want (tell ya baby)
You can't always get what you want (no)
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need
Oh yes! Woo!
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Zuko, obviously infuriated by Sokka's mirth took a huge blob of red paint and drew his hand back before throwing the paint ball forward.
Right into Katara's face.
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"So you've been kicked out?" Mr. Jimmy asked after a half-an-hour of Sokka's story. The bar was empty save for the two at the bar. Dark was slowly inching away as the sun's glow crept over the slumbering city.
"In a nutcase, yes. Toph kicked me out the minute she found the drugs." Sokka hand twitched involuntarily, almost knocking over his forgotten drink.
"Are you still doing them?" Mr. Jimmy asked, and for the first time Sokka caught a note of steeliness in the old man's voice.
"Of course not, I've tried telling her but I just can't work up the courage."
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You get what you need--yeah, oh baby!
Oh yeah!
I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her bloodstained hands
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The laughter stopped immediately and pure chaos ensued. Paint was thrown from all direction, all colours and all shapes, hitting the walls, windows and teacher, who by now had given up hope of rescuing her class from being permanent damaged and had merely hid in a corner attempting to take cover from the paint war.
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"Do you want some advice from this old man?"Mr. Jimmy finished the last of his drink but swirled the ice around in his glass with a long finger.
Sokka sighed heavily, "At this point, any help would be really appreciated."
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You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need
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Sokka was hiding in a corner, obviously not wanting to get any dirtier than he was until he felt a small tap on his shoulder. He turned and was met by Toph Beifong, a blue splodge in her hand.
"Here's the blue." And smooched it right in to his face.
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"And that's all I need to do? And Toph will forgive me?"
"Guaranteed."
"Well I better get going. Thank you so much for the advice."
Sokka ran from the bar and Mr. Jimmy muttered, "Anytime Sokka, anytime." in his glass as the door banged shut.
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You can't always get what you want (no, no baby)
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need, ah yes...