Too often we sit back and take what
Take what life
what do you do when your angels
have all flown away?
there's
What do you do when your angels
Have all flown away?
There's
There's a kid with the golden arm
He admits to the
Hello, I'm neurotic
Creating problems that don't exist
Don't believe me when
All we are, all we are, all we are
Is trying
Sometime during the night
The black sky turned to dawn
And we
Crowds of people, bodies brushing
Mouths are moving, all white noise
Glasses
See the strange boy talking to his shadow
He's got a
Radar, radar, radar
Searching for innocence
Satisfied, satellite
Where do I fit
It's on, and the ghosts in the radio
Are signing along
Walking away again
Seems like I know the back of your
Night time's our security
The stars watch us like guardian angels
Skeletons
All along, you wanted to see me fail
I'd never suspect
first shot goes down like fire
you'll pull the thoughts to
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