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Angels Die

Got off the phone yesterday
My psychiatrist he says he says he says
Oh yeah I've got a psychiatrist
Man I don't feel like going into work today
I feel like a complete mess
The world feels like it's collapsing
On top of me
And I can't breath I can't feel a thing
I just need you to say that you need me
That you need me to stay
please please don't you cry
The world is full of evil things
And all human you know
It's time to get up and go
Angels die

Sometimes I don't know what the hell to say
Maybe because
All this because failure
Rains down on top of me
You wonder how
Well sometimes I don't feel a thing
And the walls are closing in on me
Yeah just like a dream
Then the Banshee screams
Next I wake up and they are all gone
And I didn't get a thing
No watch no ring
Damn what's happening to me
Angles die

I picture a triangle
Of the kids you and me
Together we are a lazer beam
No one is crashing in
Creating our own video in the sun
I ll get there you know
Through every blow
My back low hands held high
They are all gone
The monsters and ghosts
Please listen it takes time
It's time to get up to get up now
All the bells and whistles ring and blow
I'm the only one sitting here
Angles die



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