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Angles

Blues in the soul
I'll dry your cry
Just open your eyes
Body full of blows
Angels live in lies
In shoes of clay they climb the stairs
Strangers flee from the underground
Trams, buses scream, brain goes out
I pick up your halo off the ground
Show me your face
Asphalt sticks to your every step
Cruel words drain in filthy sewers
Let nightingales tum in a blood red sky
Otherwise I'm gone

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