My angel clipped wings I know
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Wonders in darkness on grimey ground
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In a forest unclean unsound
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Everything everything's gone wild
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Make land for the cows to graze
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Leaflets scatter around to advertise sell out
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A swamp in it hands stretched out
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To catch a passing dime
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Donations to the rich widened
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Pavements for the poor
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Somewhere else to lie
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But my friend the carriage door
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Stands slightly ajar
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And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight
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But we've got to reach
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Chorus :
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A place where the feast never ends
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A moment when the music celebrates
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And a time when darkness belongs
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To night skies and nothing else
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Nothing else -No-
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Tomorrow my spirit seen
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Fears today my mind
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Soul aches so deep
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Always craves my body to reach
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( Repeat Chorus )
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Nothing else
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