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| Angels Their Finest Hour Straight Jacket (Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) He comes from a wasteland where stones misdeed into the night they pretend they feed him, then shoot him down in the search light They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them dressing you up in a straight jacket Wearing his straight jacket, taking his pay back in scars she lies beside him and tells him that life's not too hard They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them dressing you up in a straight jacket Caught by the fear and the anger of all you despise wanting the feeling of eden, you've learnt how to die --------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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