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Black Angels The

The sky is blue and you are too I feel like running Your eyes are red and mine are too I feel like laughing The wind said nothing Nothing at all It all

Rolling fast down I-35 Supersonic overdrive Rolling fast down I-35 Through the day and past the night Rolling fast down I-45 Get ahead, going 109 Rolling

Red and green was the color of her dress Manipulation Pale blue was the color of her eyes Manipulation Yellow yellow, was her hair Orange sunburst, red

I don't stay after six Oh no, it's way too dark "You're frightened," she said "No one can hear us at all" There was this thought I was sane Until I met

Come on over here It's all right over here In the silent, empty places It's shining in the shadows It's all right over here It's okay over here Up in

I just sit and cry By the telephone You never call my name On the telephone You never call my name On the telephone I just sit and cry By the telephone

, yeah heah She talks to angels Says they call her out by her name Oh, yeah, heah, angels Call her out by her name Oh, ooh, oh, oh, angels They call

angels below Streets of gold are now paved with sorrow God only knows what happens to love When the innocence is gone And the war of the angels has begun

broke in two He played piano really fucking good West Berlin to West Hollywood Prettier than Brando, he was punker than punk Slave to rock 'n' roll and a slave to junk Angels