Oh, lonely day, oh, led astray, oh, burden on the land
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Oh always same, oh, nothing changed, oh, urge to bite the hand
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Withholding on your promise to the air
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Will only lead to something bad, I swear
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You can't escape the Angels' Share.
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Down again -- it seems a losing fight
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Yet, down again, I sit, to try to write
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An open letter to a President
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Or melodies to help a girl pay rent
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(We saved and saved, only to find them spent).
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When oh, the long road leads me to your door
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Feed me food and heal my health and offer me your floor
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There, you'll find me lying there in the morn.
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If I don't wake, you've got to let me go on.
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Let me go on my way.
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Do try.
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Get by.
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Because on and on, the tides are surely come
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As sure enough, they'll leave again as one
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As you and I, we will or won't be here
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As sure enough, the Angels take their share, but where?
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I'm not so sure I think it's fair.
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And I'm not so sure I think they care.
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The Angels' Share
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
