#237000 - Yet still each night they gather For while the fires burn They reach the river thirsty; Drink not and must return. When he leaves with her they yell, “Oi, the bastard’s gonna score!” A short walk from the dance floor To where a shadow’s cast, Against a dusty brick wall- A relic of the past.
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