Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Carry me down
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Jackets and shoes
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Pistols and pens
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Poor boy, feels like I ain't got no friends
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I wake up nervous
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Sunday is gloomy
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Eyes on the sidewalk
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Look right through me
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I hear myself breathing
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Trying to focus
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Goodbye Babylon
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Wandering hopeless
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The drifter
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Singing the lament to the non-trier
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The isolation makes me wanna set myself on fire
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But I don't live anywhere
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Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Carry me down
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Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Carry me down
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I pick all the flowers
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Extinguish the flames
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The insanities, I can remember all of their names
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The bottom of the barrel
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It's no way how to be
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But the cold and the silence
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beats the shit out of me
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The windows are wooden
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And I shouldn't complain
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I'll just keep digging
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Until I'm good and insane
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Cobwebs and apple corers
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Old ghosts and vestiges
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The woman at the desk says I ain't got no messages
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But I don't live anywhere
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Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Carry me down
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Lost in a haze
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Of fantasy in folklore
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The woman I love, she don't want me no more
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Inebriated, alleviated of pain and speaking wild
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Full-grown man, reduced to a weakling child
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Hard a hearing, short-tempered, long viewing, completely disappeared
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and cleared of all wrong doing
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Challenging the calendars
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And tempting the clocks
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Tree knocked over
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Inside an empty box
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And I don't live anywhere
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Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Carry me down
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Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Black Angel
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Carry me down
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The Suffering Machine
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Buck 65 |