there's angels hiding under
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tressles above the ground
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they hover there forever
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so they can't be found
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trains are speeding over
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over the frozen lakes
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would you ever see me
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under the ice awake
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it's too late now
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it's too late now
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it's too late to fix my broken hands
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to fix my broken hands
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he's got a steel guitar
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where his hearts supposed to be
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called in the mechanic
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he couldn't tune the strings
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and there's always circus music
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playing inside his head
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it jumped into the river
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and into the sea it fled
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it's too late now
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it's too late now
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it's too late to fix my broken hands
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to fix my broken hands
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Too Late
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Sparklehorse |