| Well an angel fell somewhere in Lothian
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| I was only a child but I trust my eyes
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| She burnt up like a comet before me
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| Before I could even say «Hi»
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| Saw kingdoms come and go in Bernicia
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| With a space station rattling above my head
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| And I saw the dead
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| I saw the dead
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| Back then, yeah, the door was always open
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| I’d come and go, back and forth, anytime I need
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| But I’m needing it more now than ever
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| As I’m fading away
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| And I’d claw at the door every bad night
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| But somehow it’s blocked from the othr side
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| Claw till my skin comes apart
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| Until I feel something
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| And I remember that pain in my mother
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| Being helpless and feckless and far too young
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| And my brother was spiralling down
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| He said «Kid, it’s not me, it’s this town»
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| So I rail against that feeling when it comes
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| I no longer have solitude behind that door
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| And there are no drugs that can hold it
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| You gotta hold it yourself
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| I wish an angel fell somewhere in Lothian
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| She could’ve fixed all the problems that I cannot fix
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| Then one day I might have kids myself
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| And hope that I don’t fuck them up myself
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| Hey!
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| (And I’ve been here, the door’s always open) |