ALHAMBRA
I went to Carlisle and I went
to Rome, I lost my passport
and never got home. The
was that green door in
Hungary, and the parking
garage in Berlin. I knew
the girl in the dive-bar
in Hamburg, she always
just laughed about sailors
and brawlers and men. Now,
now they're telling me I have
to move on. Yes, various
promised lands have been
investigated, but I can
find nowhere to go.
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