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Crows pitch on the lawn screeching a song |
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The inmates wake up and they're pulled to the bars |
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To pine their regrets and their rusting corvettes |
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And the tragedy they once had a part... in |
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They said, \"You ruined a life--You pissed on a prize\" |
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It's still pulling your knuckles to your palm |
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(Fucking conscience is siding with the wrong side) |
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You know the devil's not deep--no, no, he's brushing your cheek |
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And hearing him breathe you remember a song |
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Just another angel through the clouds and into the ground |
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Just another pilot through the clouds and into the ground |
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Just another child through the chrome sets out on his own |
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Birds shit on your car, you're scraping it off |
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Do they know who you are? Don't they know who you are?! |
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They sing, \"You ruined a life-- You pissed on a prize\" |
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Still pulling your knuckles to your tie |
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You carry on, hunched over your job |
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(Start the engines I'm dying in the long line) |
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But you wanna get off and run away from it all |
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And run away from it all... |
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You plan your escape, at the end of the day, you plan your escape |
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You take what you saved, and you get on a plane, yeah you take what you saved |
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And you start fading away, as you're turning the page, you start fading away |
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(Just another angel through the clouds and into the ground |
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just another pilot flying down |
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just another devil out of the dirt and back into the earth) |
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(Fucking conscience is siding with the wrong side |
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start the engines, i'm dying in the long line) |
