Planning permission tied to post
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We read when we're waiting for bus
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Is always double-checked 'cause we so often suspect
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They plan to build something on us
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What they'll build, neither here nor there
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It's what they'll bury that counts
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And how far down they'll push us this time
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And how far back up we'll bounce
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Angels are born with wings not springs
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Devils always born with horns
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And beautiful bird only bothers to sing
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If beautiful day ever dawns
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Angels and devils ain't so easy to spot
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As movies like to portray
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A devil appears with a cunning veneer
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You often only notice too late
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If he says he's got wings keep an eye out for springs
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Make sure your angel is real
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And of all of these things it's the song that he sings
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And how the song makes you feel
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Angels are born with souls not goals
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Devils always search for the high
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So beautiful birds sing from telegraph poles
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And devil's song fills the whole sky
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Yes, birdsong belongs
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In the highest of places not where devil performs
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Beautiful bird and song
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Shouldn't bother to sing if audience mutters and yawns
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Mutters and yawnsˇ¦ˇ¦ˇ¦ˇ¦
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Angels And Devils
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| The Beautiful South |
