| Crows pitch on the lawn screeching a song
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| The inmates wake up and they’re pulled to the bars
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| To pine their regrets and their rusting corvettes
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| And the tragedy they once had a part… in
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| They said, «You ruined a life--You pissed on a prize»
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| It’s still pulling your knuckles to your palm
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| (Fucking conscience is siding with the wrong side)
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| You know the devil’s not deep--no, no, he’s brushing your cheek
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| And hearing him breathe you remember a song
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| Just another angel through the clouds and into the ground
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| Just another pilot through the clouds and into the ground
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| Just another child through the chrome sets out on his own
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| Birds shit on your car, you’re scraping it off
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| Do they know who you are? |
| Don’t they know who you are?!
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| They sing, «You ruined a life-- You pissed on a prize»
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| Still pulling your knuckles to your tie
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| You carry on, hunched over your job
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| (Start the engines I’m dying in the long line)
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| But you wanna get off and run away from it all
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| And run away from it all…
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| You plan your escape, at the end of the day, you plan your escape
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| You take what you saved, and you get on a plane, yeah you take what you saved
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| And you start fading away, as you’re turning the page, you start fading away
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| (Just another angel through the clouds and into the ground
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| Just another pilot flying down
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| Just another devil out of the dirt and back into the earth)
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| (Fucking conscience is siding with the wrong side
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| Start the engines, i’m dying in the long line) |