Here is the angel of the worlds' desire
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placed on trial
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to hide in shrouded alley silhouettes
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with cigarette coiled
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to strike at passing voices
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dark and suspect
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here is the howling ire
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Here is the sacred face of rendezvous
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in subway sour
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whose grand delusions prey
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like intellect in lunatic minds
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intent and focused on
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the long thin matches
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to light the howling fire
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No, no, not me
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burn, I don't wanna burn
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The Howler
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| Adrian Belew |
