| To all the angels with broken wings
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| Fly again, and fly again, and fly away
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| Would you fly with me?
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| Would you die with me?
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| Come and fly with me!
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| Come and die with me!
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| When the time’s gettin' hard again, you hide away
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| And pray for better days, better days
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| Would you fly with me?
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| Would you die with me?
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| Come and fly with me!
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| Come and die with me!
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| I’m tryin' to deal with it, bein' different and all that
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| Invincible broken wings affixed on my back
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| Pitch black, you outta sight, you outta mind
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| Oh, you don’t see now? |
| You gon' forget over time
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| Let’s rewind on how your wings got broke
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| Maybe because you took life for a goddamn joke
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| We the freekshow circus
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| Underrated on purpose
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| And can’t a mufucka hurt us
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| I’m quickly causin' panic in the streets
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| Everybody runnin' you can see the axe comin'
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| Call us outcasts, we the strange on display
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| But little do they know I give a fuck what they say
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| I represent all the killas and people who lost faith
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| Heaven’s a journey but hell’s just around the way
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| Where it’s at? |
| Just around the way
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| Whut! |
| Whut!
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| Heaven’s a journey but hell’s just around the mothafuckin' way
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| Automatically, I battle with anxiety
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| Cursed as a child, circulated in society
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| Raised in the image of man, don’t understand
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| The humility plan that contracts like rubberbands
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| On the sidelines where I sit to spectate
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| On the norm will the serpent survive or circulate
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| Through the veins of the universe and cosmos
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| The only way out is through death or overdose
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| If you make it you can brag or boast, you’ll be decayed
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| But the life you know will never ever be the same
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| Transformed in the flash of light into a ghost
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| Lost and surrounded by the second hand smoke
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| Wings broke, so you can’t fly to heaven today
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| But hell’s only right around the way, right around the way
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| I had to end it all, life was a drag
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| Roamin' the earth with the rest of the body bags
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| I love the fact that I’m dead but not ejected
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| Cause anytime Twiztid’s on, I’m ressurrected
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| I can’t fly, my wings don’t work
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| So I get high, so my feelings ain’t hurt
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| Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit
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| Dead and gone but I still don’t quit
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| Children of the night will feel the sun
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| They never walk in the path of the Chosen One
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| They got broken wings that are incapable to fly
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| Hair like spider legs and milk-white eyes
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| My wings are broken
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| And I can’t reach to the sky
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| I’m just the shell of a man
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| Without a spirit inside
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| I need a moment with you
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| So I can clear out my head
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| To you I’m alive
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| But to the world I’m dead
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| My wings are broken
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| And I can’t reach to the sky… |