Black Angel Black Angel Black Angel Carry me down Jackets and shoes Pistols and pens Poor boy, feels like I ain’t got no friends I wake up nervous Sunday is gloomy Eyes on the sidewalk Look right through me I hear myself breathing Trying to focus Goodbye Babylon Wandering hopeless The drifter singing the lament […]
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