The room had an old table fan,
a red telephone and a beer stained bed.
The streets were filled with drums and smoke,
they were playing songs for the dead.
And the bands went on and on,
while we danced and fucked and drank up in our room.
And the sea layed like a big black toad,
in the light of the
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