Tuesday 23 October 2007 photo 1/1
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Outside the street's on fire In a real death waltz Between flesh and what's fantasy And the poets down here Don't write nothin' 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
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