J'vais partir aussi ...
So :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aRhqVWUPPs&feature=related
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife, 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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Arf, i did it again ...
