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We're travelling at full speed and your heels |
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Are sliding down that muddy hollow |
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You've lost your grip and the distant call is feeble |
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There's nothing you can follow |
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Desperation sends a shock |
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To your brain now you must fight |
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Disintegrate the arms |
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Of your Brutus with her light |
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Harry, play for your angel tonight |
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Your angel tonight |
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Let the water pass |
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Let a stranger feel your power and esteem |
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Let them know your secrets |
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Your passions none have ever seen |
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While the beauties and the bloodless |
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Trample at your mat |
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Telling you do it again |
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But, Harry, watch your back |
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Harry, play for your angel tonight |
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Your angel tonight |
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Your messages are branded |
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On a face that holds a desperate ugly scream |
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You've been running your charisma |
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Down the walls of a rusted dream machine |
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As you're laying there in your Cuban heels |
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There's not much coming in |
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No transmissions nor interests |
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Nor offers on your skin |
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Harry, play for your angel tonight |
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Your angel tonight |
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She always reaches deep and tells you |
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She loves you from her lip |
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Till you feel the silence |
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Escaping down to your fingertips |
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Harry, play for your angel |
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Come on let's hear you sing |
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We want to see regret |
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Plummet down below the batting of her wing |
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Remember what it was like |
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To be driven to embrace |
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Before the years took their toll |
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On that pretty face |
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Harry, play for your angel tonight |
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Your angel tonight |
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She's coming tonight |
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Harry, play for your angel |
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She's coming tonight |
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She's coming tonight |
