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3. Them Angels Been Talkin’
What’s that sound? In the parking lot someone’s getting sick But the beards just gather ‘round to get another picture of his dick Around the corner there’s a party with a million pretty girls Black and blue, tattooed and bruised, weary with the world This high life is running at full steam Come on everyone and live this high life with me I’m not gonna stop until the devil falls asleep Tonight is the march of the meek I feel the Sparks on my teeth and in my veins Summers spent in basements, smoking in the rain Number fifteen and Anthony, when will I see you again? When is the next time we can raise our voices with our friends If I promise just to love you, promise me you’ll always change It’s more than a blackout, or remembering names The ships and parades fade into dull greys and everything ends way too soon And up there the angels have been talking and you’d best believe what you always knew Cuz their words are all true And no one is waiting for you. This high life is running at full steam Come on everyone and live this high life with me I’m not gonna stop until the devil falls asleep Or jesus gives me back my keys Tonight is the march of the meek Stand up and be counted if you can’t live without it
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