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In unbearable traffic. |
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Radio and it's deafening static. |
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I got my dick in my hand. |
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Super sanitary garbage man. |
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Bearing down the interstate. |
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Feeling hate for hate's sake. |
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Though it may sound strange, angels call my name. |
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The gun felt good in my hand. |
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Like an angel in the devil's land. |
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While it seems insane, |
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I hold them to blame. |
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Hood ornament in my trusty sight. |
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The time has come to put things right. |
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I am here to make things clean. |
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Man, oh man, what a violent scene. |
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Target! Target! |
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Woman! Whore! |
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This is it. |
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The holy war. |
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Steady now. |
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Draw back the hammer. |
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Blinding flash. |
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Nothing's the matter. |
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I should be king. |
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Though it might sound strange, angels call my name. |
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While it seems insane, |
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I hold them to blame. |
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Angels do the strangest things. |
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Her foot turns to lead on the pedal. |
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Got a good feeling. |
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Multiple collision, the flesh it settles.' |
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Bout time |
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I beat my wings. |
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Across town, another job in need of doing. |
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Glass, gas, a punctured lung. |
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My arm's all fucked, in need of some gluing. |
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An angel's work is never done. |
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Crank up the box, dig the noise between stations. |
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Pin in my arm, for concentration. |
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Please respond. |
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This is an angel. |
