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My Angel, clipped wings I know |
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Wanders in darkness, on grimy ground |
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In a forest, unclean, unsound |
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Everything, everything's gone wild |
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Make land for the cows to graze |
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leaflets scatter around to advertise |
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Sell out |
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A swamp, in it hands streched out |
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To catch a passing dime |
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Donations to the rich |
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Widened pavements for the poor |
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Somewhere else to lie |
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But my friend the carriage door |
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Stands slightly ajar |
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And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight |
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But we've gotta reach |
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A place where the feast never ends |
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When the music celebrates |
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In a time when darkness belongs |
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To night skies and |
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Nothing else |
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Tomorrow my spirit's seen |
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Fears today my mind |
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Soul aches to deep |
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Always craves my body to reach |
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A place where the feast never ends |
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A moment when the music celebrates |
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And a time when darkness belongs |
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To night skies and |
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Nothing else |
