The Club, Liverpool, 1962

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D Fiant
D Fiant
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i can almost
see myself now
it's hot down here
and the reek of
sweat booze and
mold in this
dungeon with the
bare brick walls
fills me up

i couldn't stand it
if not for the
boys on stage
who remind me of
St. Peter's 1957
and the
skinny kid
with the
funny lyric
down down down
to the penitentiary

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