She said she spoke to angels
I would give her a light
sit back, fold my arms
watch her take a drag of life
What's the mathematical equation of love?
A tattoo on the arm of the young
A fraction of what makes us
So hard to trust
Hard up, looking for some drugs
The universe spins, tilts, provided
In the dark of the night she sells
Her silence
Acid, shot, as her hips start to turn,
A beautiful dance I wish
She hadn't learned
Her eyes lock on the sky
a smile creeps in and she flies
To Never-Land where pixie dust
And wet dreams go hand in hand
The angels say
You're so goddamn beautiful, babe
Don't let this happen again
It was our fault, but your sin
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