Something's up on the northern skyline
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Angels descending from their gallery on high
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Rally around me slowly
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Angels with dirty faces
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Leaving their lipstick trace across the human race
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Heavenly host unholy
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Walking the wire, I jump the gun
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Some of us fly too close to the sun
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Gone are the days when Heaven could wait
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Thought there was time but now it's too late
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So when you hear the angels sing
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Get ready to spread your wings
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How the hell am I going to do this?
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Heavenly bodies multiplying through the mist
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Steadily swell their numbers
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Under celestial orders
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Ascending the clouds right up into the stratosphere
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Marching us down to Slumbertown
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Walking the wire, I'm taking aim
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Keeping my tail ahead of the game
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Gone are the days of Heaven's Lament
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Satellite plays the whole event
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So when you want to take them higher
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Get ready to open fire
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In Arcadia, all they've made of light is shade
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A halcyon retreat now frayed
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Stay together in a hell for leather world
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Torn apart by angels and their battlecries
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Walking the wire, I jump the gun
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Some of us fly too close to the sun
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Gone are the days when Heaven could wait
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Thought there was time but now it's too late
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So when you hear the angels sing
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Get ready to spread their wings
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Shooting Angels
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