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Vad säger dom?

Det kanske kommer att vara tufft ett tag som ensam med Tindra, men hellre det än jobbigt enjävlalånglång tid.



Det glädjer mig att du har lyssnat på The Clash (även om du kanske inte tycker det är bra). Här är iaf texten:



When they kick out your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun



When the law break in

How you gonna go?

Shot down on the pavement

Or waiting in death row



You can crush us

You can bruise us

But you'll have to answer to

Oh, Guns of Brixton



The money feels good

And your life you like it well

But surely your time will come

As in heaven, as in hell



You see, he feels like Ivan

BORN under the Brixton sun

His game is called survivin'

At the end of the harder they come



You know it means no mercy

They caught him with a gun

No need for the Black Maria

Goodbye to the Brixton sun