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Jackets and shoes
Pistols and pens
Poor boy, feels like I ain`t got no friends
I wake up nervous
Sunday is gloomy
Eyes on the sidewalk
Look right through me
I hear myself breathing
Trying to focus
Goodbye Babylon
Wandering hopeless
The drifter
singing the lament to the non-trier
the isolation makes me wanna set myself on fire
But I don`t live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
I pick all the flowers
Extinguish the flames
The insanity as I can remember all of their names
The bottom of the barrel
It`s no way how to be
But the cold and the silence
beats the shit out of me
The windows are wooden
But I shouldn`t complain
I`ll just keep digging
Until I`m good men saying
Cobwebs and apple corers
Old ghosts and vestiges
The woman at the desk says I ain`t got no messages
But I don`t live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Lost in a haze
A fantasy in folklore
The woman I love, she don`t want me no more
Inebriated, alliviated of pain and speaking wild
full-grown man, reduced to a weakling child
hard a hearing, short-tempered, long viewing, completely disappeared
and cleared of all wrong doing
challenging the calendars
and tempting the clocks
tree knocked over
inside an empty box
and I don`t live anywhere