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crows pitch on the lawn screeching a song
the inmates wake up and they're pulled to the bars
to pine their regrets and their rusting corvettes
and the tragedy they once had a part in
they said "you ruined your life! you pissed on a prize!"
it's still pulling your knuckles to your palm
(fucking conscience, you're siding with the wrong side!)
you know the devil's not deep - no, he's brushing your cheek
and hearing him breathe you remember a song. 

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just another angel through the clouds and into the ground 
just another pilot through the clouds and into the ground
just another child through the chrome sets out on his own

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birds shit on your car and you're scraping it off
do they know who you are? don't they know who you are?!
they sing "you ruined a life! you pissed on a prize!" 
still pulling your knuckles to your tie
you carry on, hunched over your job
(start the engines i'm dying in the long line!)
but you want to get off and run away from it all

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and run away from it all...

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you plan your escape, at the end of the day, you plan your escape
you take what you saved, and you get on a plane, you take what you saved
and you start fading away, as you're turning the page, you start fading away 
(just another angel through the clouds and into the ground 
just another pilot flying down and into the ground
just another devil out of the dirt and back into the earth)
(fucking conscience, you're siding with the wrong side!
start the engines i'm dying in the long line!)