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And on the dance floor broken glass, The bloody faces slowly pass, The broken seats in empty rows, It all belongs to me you know. Lyrics from the Punk and the Godfather from the album Quadrophenia by the Who These lyrics describe memories I have from working the streets. Some are funny, some tragic. Some that […]

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