My angel clipped wings I know Wonders in darkness on grimey ground In a forest unclean unsound Everything everything's gone wild Make land for the cows to graze Leaflets scatter around to advertise sell out
A swamp in it hands stretched out To catch a passing dime Donations to the rich widened Pavements for the poor Somewhere else to lie But my friend the carriage door Stands slightly ajar And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight But we've got to reach
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A place where the feast never ends A moment when the music celebrates And a time when darkness belongs To night skies and nothing else Nothing else -no-
Tomorrow my spirit seen Fears today my mind Soul aches so deep Always craves my body to reach
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