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Something's up on the northern skyline |
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Angels descending from their gallery on high |
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Rally around me slowly |
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Angels with dirty faces |
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Leaving their lipstick trace across the human race |
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Heavenly host unholy |
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Walking the wire, |
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I jump the gun |
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Some of us fly too close to the sun |
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Gone are the days when |
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Heaven could wait |
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Thought there was time but now it's too late |
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So when you hear the angels sing |
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Get ready to spread your wings |
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How the hell am |
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I going to do this? |
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Heavenly bodies multiplying through the mist |
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Steadily swell their numbers |
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Under celestial orders |
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Ascending the clouds right up into the stratosphere |
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Marching us down to |
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Slumbertown |
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Walking the wire, |
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I'm taking aim |
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Keeping my tail ahead of the game |
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Gone are the days of |
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Heaven's Lament |
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Satellite plays the whole event |
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So when you want to take them higher |
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Get ready to open fire |
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In Arcadia, all they've made of light is shade |
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A halcyon retreat now frayed |
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Stay together in a hell for leather world |
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Torn apart by angels and their battlecries |
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Walking the wire, |
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I jump the gun |
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Some of us fly too close to the sun |
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Gone are the days when |
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Heaven could wait |
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Thought there was time but now it's too late |
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So when you hear the angels sing |
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Get ready to spread their wings |
