Angel with Broken Wings
You're my angel with broken wings
You pick the mercury from my eyelids
And no guarantees today somebody told me
you need a permit for that kind of thing
Your my angel of tiny things
A fascination with fire and stares
And no guarantees today somebody told me
You need a permit for that kind of thing
There's some faces in my car
I don't know they might be involved in some kind of counter espionage
Or maybe just may be coming along
for the ride of their tiny little lives
tiny little lives
You're my angel with broken wings
You pick the mercury from my eyelids
And no guarantees today somebody told me
you need a permit for that kind of thing
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