Monday 24 November 2008 photo 2/2
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Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz
Between flesh and whats fantasy
and the poets down here don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in jungleland
Between flesh and whats fantasy
Annons