Gin States and Desires

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I just saw a young man Sunk down on the underground A can sat loosely in his hand A bag between his shoes His eyes were closed this evening Could it be that he was dreaming Or did the Metro newspaper Deliver more bad news How the ice caps are melting The suns zooming in And football ain't ever coming home again Or how no one seems to know Should I stay or should I go

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