| It’s what you see in men, does my rugged face cut scars like daggers
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| Faces on the wall, we can’t touch you but you move our hobby
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| Reach into the hall, step around the feast and find the lobby
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| Open up the door, see an angel and you’ll lose your body
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| My body…
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| Her angel…
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| Picking out a name, stretching out on your sheets
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| Isabelle, Isabelle, can’t you hear me I can’t tell
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| Is the devil in the room, is he hiding in the first drawer
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| Hold me dear, hold me dear, can’t you feel me touch your ear
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| Meat was on the bone, but the children huddled and devoured
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| Keep them in the home, let their minds go where their bikes can’t take them
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| Flinching finds me first, so I’ll hide 'til she is in the basement
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| When I light the match, touching angels shadows on the ceiling
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| Racing 'round the room, your forehead is on fire
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| Isabelle, Isabelle they’re all talking you’re not well
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| Looking like a ghost doctors shaking their heads
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| Say my name, say my name can’t you see that I’m to blame
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| (There have been sadder days…)
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| Starting to rot in their mind, pretty angel
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| Grab the preachers throat, can’t you see the light within the shutters
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| Who set up the ball, don’t you see your dancing frees my chances
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| Put me on my feet, there’s an angel with a hand thats open
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| Write my name in ink, send a letter to the ground and beg him
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| Folding all your clothes, changing all your bed sheets
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| Isabelle, Isabelle, you’re not with me where I dwell
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| Drinking from your glass, smash it on the pyre
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| It’s a shame, it’s a shame don’t you see me, I’m to blame
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| Some people’s lives awake to itsy-bitsy I’m-so-sorry's
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| The branch breaks, you crack a window and the wind might say
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| «The birds are calling for you please don’t follow…» |