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Angles

I'm putting your patience to the test. I'm putting your body on the line, for less. And didn't you know there was a choice? It's never yours but someone

Animals on TV singing About some pain that they once felt There's no one that I disapprove of More or root for more than myself I wanted to pretend that

Fire falling from the sky Rage of God is coming down Armageddon's drawing nigh Sinner cry, heathen die Hear the toll of pain, Gloria, Gloria In the fiery

the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heavenly song Gloria in excelsis deo Gloria in excelsis deo Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth the angles

's still you No right angles in my life, no right angles in my life So breathe, feel the open space Leave it all behind, coming into grace No right angles

? them Angels overtime Riding and driving and living So close to the edge Workin? them Angles, Workin? them Angles, Workin? them Angles? overtime Workin? them Angles Workin? them Angles

There are angels in your angles There's a low moon caught in your tangles There's a ticking at the sill There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still

I don't know why, I know where the pieces go. suddenly everything makes so much sense we lay our backs across your fence, feels like i'm almost human.

wasting his life His veins are full of evil serum But what's done is done Now he's trapped in flat of angles Hiding in flat of angles Right down to his