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\nFaces of Strummer that fell from your wall
\nAnd was left were they hung
\nSo sweet and bitter, they’re what we found
\nSo drink them down and
\nWalk out to winter, swear I’ll be there.
\nChill will wake you, high and dry
\nYou’ll wonder why.
\nWalk out to winter, swear I’ll be there.
\nChance is buried just below the blinding snow…<\/p>\n

\u00a9 Aztec Camera\/Roddy Frame<\/p>\n

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Faces of Strummer that fell from your wall And was left were they hung So sweet and bitter, they’re what we found So drink them down and Walk out to winter, swear I’ll be there. Chill will wake you, high and dry You’ll wonder why. Walk out to winter, swear I’ll be there. Chance is … L\u00e6s videre Vintertid<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n