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The street that drags me up the hill |
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To the wrong side of the road |
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Where young drinking men, meet regret |
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And love is sought and sold |
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Where solid possibilities |
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Are ground away to dust |
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In a demon's dance |
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I first glanced |
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My Angel of the Cross. |
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Floating past the fountain, to El Alamein |
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Caught in her and haunted |
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I will climb this hill again |
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With such a beauty recognized |
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I walk until I'm lost |
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I followed her, I couldn't talk to her |
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My Angel of the Cross. |
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Each man, has his hungers |
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And mine's for such as you |
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If I had a savior's courage |
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I'd know exactly what to do |
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But I'm no knight in shining armor |
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And you no nightingale |
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I'm sorry Angel of the Cross |
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This is not a fairytale. |
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Your supple skin will harden |
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Shut down and left to die |
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Your breath will sigh and leave you |
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Speechless and out of time |
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And you'll shrink into your bones |
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"Till amongst the bones you lie. |
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These lights are sirens dear not beacons |
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As you have come to know |
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The river's only raindrops |
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That counterfelt the glow |
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I watched through sweethearts window |
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You count your tips and not the costs |
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Tonight I may well speak your name |
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My Angel of the Cross. |
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Each man, has his hungers |
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And mine's for such as you |
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If I had a savior's courage |
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I'd know exactly what to do |
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But I'm no knight in shining armor |
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And you no nightingale |
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I'm sorry Angel of the Cross |
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This is not a fairytale. |
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Your supple skin will harden |
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Shut down and left to die |
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Your breath will sigh and leave you |
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Speechless and out of time |
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And you become transparent |
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In the shuttered view of passers by |
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And you'll shrink into your bones |
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"Till amongst the bones you lie. |
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These lights are sirens dear not beacons |
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As you have come to know. |