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When the angels take the angel voive away |
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Ome lower their eyes, some of us shout cheats |
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Or cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting, |
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Uning up the harps, dishing out the wings |
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If they can dance on, on the head of a pin |
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Don't that tell you something about their skin |
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Hard faced little bastards |
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When the angels take the angel voice away |
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Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be |
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Must get so blase, knowing you'll never die, |
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Lounging on a cloud ; polishing the sky |
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The memories are blue, but borrowed for the day |
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They sit around ignored, till someone goes away |
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If they can dance on, on the head of a pin |
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Don't that tell you something about their skin |
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Hard faced little bastards |
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When the angels take the angel voice away |
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Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be |
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Instrumental |
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The memories are blue, but borrowed for the day |
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They sit around ignored, till someone goes away |
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For cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting, |
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Tuning up the harps, dishing out the wings |
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If they can dance... bastards |
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When the angels take the angel voice away |
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Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be |
