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I was sitting in an old-school pub, my memories and me
A lot of drinks, a lot of songs, the next round was for free
A man was sitting next to me, his hair was long and grey
He'd lost one eye, one wodden leg and he had much to say
He smoked a lot of cigarrettes, his voice was rough and deep
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