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Apr 23
I stumble out the hotel bar, drunk on wine
The air is wet as I search for a place in the sun
Nembutal takes me from here to eternity
And Joe Strummer, my old enemy
Blares on the radio as I reach for my Kalashnakov
shoot his right profile
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Sad-Eyed Boy of the Lowlands  121/address/unknown
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