death of an angel
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With a weary smile she bows her head
Always look on the bright side what she always said
Let her conscience overpower the spell
And he couldn't see her wings until she fell
As she looks down upon the prisons and the cages we all hold
And all the matchstick men and matchstick guns and bombs
Went up as high as heaven when we are born
Maybe always hell
Still her conscience overpowers the spell
Of the death of an angel
With her tarmac feet she walks along these desperate streets
And the empty eyes and hearts of people that she meets
With a shopping bag filled to the brim with light
Full of hope and change and different way of life
As she looks down upon the prisons and the cages we all hold
And all the matchstick men and matchstick guns and bombs
Went up as high as heaven when we are born
Maybe always hell
Still her conscience overpowers the spell
Of the death of an angel
And the papers on the old park benches where she lay
Then waking up into this harsh reality
She used to dream of a new world full of hope and change
Now she goes and finds some shelter from the driving rain
As she looks down upon the prisons and the cages we all hold
And all the matchstick men and matchstick guns and bombs
Went up as high as heaven when we are born
Maybe always hell
Still her conscience overpowers the spell
Of the death of an angel
As she looks down upon the prisons and the cages we all hold
And all the matchstick men and matchstick guns and bombs
Went up as high as heaven when we are born
Maybe always hell
Still her conscience overpowers the spell
Of the death of an angel
Of the death of an angel