I saw a foreign angel
She brushed across my dream
She didn’t
Why the trees must fallAnother bit of junk mail through
Crystal blue reflects from the skyShe'll surface once more now
You stood all wraped up in the cornerFalse smile you
I think aloud tonightTomorrow's another day I knowForgotten thoughts were
I pace the sky looking for itI feal frustrated, some
Had a brotherDrove a boot-filled CadillacLeft home at fourteenSaid mom
I think I met a girlWho likes to make me
Went down fascination street the other daySick of waiting for
In the still of the night or dayThere's a thumping
If you lost your faithYou can have mineYou see my
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