| King Arthur he holds his court
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| The genius wonders what for
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| Revelations are always ignored
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| Candy in the currant flow
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| Telecaster disaster, oh
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| Is there something that only you know
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| Dumb Angel, can you still fly
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| With those ugly wings
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| Pathetic tattered worthless things
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| Now the sound it has become unclear
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| Fusing with those voices you hear
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| Dumb Angel, you’re going insane
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| Pimps inspire teenage dreams
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| Symphonies of Napoleon’s scheme
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| Orchestrated grandiose disease
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| Dumb Angel, can you still fly
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| With those ugly wings
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| Pathetic tattered worthless things
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| Now the sound it has become unclear
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| Fusing with those voices you hear
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| Dumb Angel, you’re going insane
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| You’ve smashed your instrument
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| Silence is so soft and sweet
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| You turn them on
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| But there’s no one left to please
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| Find your head
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| Just remember what you said
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| What you’ve gone and done now Dumb Angel
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| What you’ve gone and done now Dumb Angel
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| What you’ve gone and done now Dumb Angel
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| Dumb Angel, can you still fly
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| With those ugly wings
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| Pathetic tattered worthless things
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| Now the sound it has become unclear
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| Fusing with those voices you hear
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| Dumb Angel, you’re going, you’re going, you’re going, you’re going insane
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| Going insane |