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Broken angel you sway helpless thru the desert wind as your enemies they come to pick your bones you're an anomaly so graced to be a lie you told in leisurely a passing fascination with obituary eyes so long to go before these alabaster hands ever let go meticulous in ritual you made a science of your pain where all your bleeding hearts and hungry minds divide along the way so in love with all you could not be forever doomed to wonder aimlessly never really knowing all the pain you're gonna find so long to go before these alabaster hands ever let go swayin' in the California haze in angel dust we all do blow away we bleed this love alive straight faced to suicide when do all these words mean anything? What good will come of you and me? just growin' old and none the wiser fall apart and then your time to fall again get up again and on and on wasted breath in blackened lung and shortness of belief exercise your demons when you dream the secrets that you keep inside are all you've ever known pay to ride and fuck to die reinvent another you but that never stops that march right off the cliff in a single file these angel wings could never take the weight of the fall a question lost time a tasteless joke a secret smile to fall apart an' get up again and on again