Smudged silhouette through the frosted pane
An Old Peculiar rage he can't contain
He lowers his head, like an angry bull
Rings of foam on his glass, half full
Hush of snow, amber English night
A roll your own that he just can't light
She rings the bell and calls last drinks
His scar burns pink
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Smudged silhouette through the frosted pane
An Old Peculiar rage he can't contain
He lowers his head, like an angry bull
Rings of foam on his glass, half full
Hush of snow, amber English night
A roll your own that he just can't light
She rings the bell and calls last drinks
His scar burns pink
An Old Peculiar rage he can't contain
He lowers his head, like an angry bull
Rings of foam on his glass, half full
Hush of snow, amber English night
A roll your own that he just can't light
She rings the bell and calls last drinks
His scar burns pink
Writer: Robert Webb
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