| Broken angel you sway helpless through the desert wind
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| As your enemies they come to pick your bones
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| You’re an anomaly so graced to be a lie you told in leisurely
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| A passing fascination with obituary eyes
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| So long to go
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| Before these alabaster hands ever let go
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| Meticulous in ritual you made a science of your pain
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| Where all your bleeding hearts and hungry minds
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| Divide along the way
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| So in love with all you could not be
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| Forever doomed to wonder aimlessly
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| Never really knowing all the pain you’re gonna find
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| So long to go
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| Before these alabaster hands ever let go
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| Swaying in the California haze
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| In angel dust we all do blow away
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| We bleed this love alive
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| Straight faced to suicide
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| When do all these words mean anything?
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| What good will come of you and me?
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| Just growin' old and none the wiser
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| Fall apart and then your time to fall
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| Again get up again and on and on
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| Wasted breath in blackened lung and shortness of belief
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| Exercise your demons when you dream
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| The secrets that you keep inside are all you’ve ever known
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| Pay to ride and fuck to die reinvent another you
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| But that never stops that march right off the cliff in a single file
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| These angel wings could never take the weight of the fall
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| A question lost time a tasteless joke a secret smile
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| To fall apart and get up again and on again
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| We bleed this love alive
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| Straight faced to suicide
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| When do all these words mean anything?
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| What good will come of you and me?
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| Just growin' old and none the wiser
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| Fall apart and then your time to fall
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| Again get up again and on and on |