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By Gary Jules, I belong in the air
Like an angel with a pocketknife
Following
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By Gary Jules, Trembling skin holds the bones and blood in
Along with a
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By Gary Jules, All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn
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By Gary Jules, Ooo hoo, it’s the fun of your life
Bottle keeps spinnin’
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By Gary Jules, Oohhh
From the other feilds, East of Dublin looks just like