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Gatineau (/ɡætˈənoʊ/) is a city in western Quebec, Canada. It is the fourth largest city in the province. It is located on the northern banks of the Ottawa River, immediately across from Ottawa, Ontario, and together they form Canada's National Capital Region. Ottawa and Gatineau comprise a single Census Metropolitan Area. As of 2011 Gatineau had a population of 265,349, and metropolitan population of 314,501 for the Quebec part of the Ottawa-Gatineau Census Metropolitan Area; the full census metropolitan area, including Ottawa and the rest of the Ontario part, had a population of 1,236,324.
Gatineau is coextensive with a territory equivalent to a regional county municipality (TE) and census division (CD) of the same name, whose geographical code is 81. It is the seat of the judicial district of Hull.
The current city of Gatineau is centred on area called Hull, the oldest non-native settlement in the National Capital Region. It was founded on the north shore of the Ottawa River in 1800 by Philemon Wright at the portage around the Chaudière Falls just upstream (or west) from where the Gatineau and Rideau Rivers flow into the Ottawa. Wright brought his family, five other families and twenty-five labourers and a plan to establish an agriculturally based community to what was then a mosquito-infested wilderness. But soon after, Wright and his family took advantage of the large lumber stands and became involved in the timber trade. The original settlement was called Wrightstown, later it became Hull and in 2002, after amalgamation, the City of Gatineau.
The fist times I met you eye to eye
I couldn't tell what you had on your mind
After a while as time passed by
I realized you tried to steal what's mine
Now I see it all, I know it too well
Disgrace to mankind, burn in hell
If justice did right and God was there
You should have been born dead
Strike you down
You're not half the man you claim to be
Strike you down
You'd sell out your family to fulfil your needs
Fuck vendettas, I want more
I wish to see you lying on your own blood
To destroy everything you hold sacred
To see you on your deathbed
Hanging loose in the end of a rope
You've found yourself in stranglehold
Rope's getting tighter, you can't escape
Destined to live your life in agony
It's about time for the truht to be told
You aren't shatterproof in my world
You better hope we won't meet again
You better hope we won't meet ever again
In the end you know the joke's on you