When the angels take the angel voice away
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some lower their eyes, some of us shout cheats
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or cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting,
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tuning up the harps, dishing out the wings
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If they can dance on, on the head of a pin
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Don't that tell you something about their skin
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Hard faced little bastards
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When the angels take the angel voice away
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Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be
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Must get so blase, knowing you'll never die,
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Lounging on a cloud ; polishing the sky
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The memories are blue, but borrowed for the day
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They sit around ignored, till someone goes away
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If they can dance on, on the head of a pin
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Don't that tell you something about their skin
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Hard faced little bastards
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When the angels take the angel voice away
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Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be
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INSTRUMENTAL
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The memories are blue, but borrowed for the day
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They sit around ignored, till someone goes away
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For cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting,
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Tuning up the harps, dishing out the wings
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If they can dance... bastards
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When the angels take the angel voice away
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Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be
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When The Angels
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