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Lost games Longer lost rules Night-time crimes Lungs full Of pungent smoke Bellies full of ***** And heads full of Something And nothing A kind of homage To a kind of music Riding across vinyl And even crackling shellac And the dead man's foot Still taps inside the coffin Refusing to relinquish The hard-wired hammer The outlaw life Is hard in the dying By Phil Roberts
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 6:48 AM UTC
HARD IN THE DYING
Lost games Longer lost rules Night-time crimes Lungs full Of pungent smoke Bellies full of ***** And heads full of Something And nothing A kind of homage To a kind of music Riding across vinyl And even crackling shellac And the dead man's foot Still taps inside the coffin Refusing to relinquish The hard-wired hammer The outlaw life Is hard in the dying By Phil Roberts
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 6:48 AM UTC
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