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Transatlantic Shooting Stars lyrics
Fallen angel in the crowd
Drags her heels over the noise
Lays down at the roadside of regard
A canyon in my broken mind
Echos deep inside the vale
There s dustcarts for the dead birds in the trees
Trans-atlantic shooting stars over mainline
Here they come suburban gods
To bless desire
Heaven hopes you find her here
The raincatchers
The devils blades
There s karma for the misfits of our times
Take this really you take my soul
Take me down when you laugh I fall
All this pity has broken me
But my survival lies with me
I m going to love you as best as I can
I m going to hold you close when I tremble
I m going to love you as best as I can
I m going to see you rise
I won t ever let you fall out of my senses
Fall out of my own hands
No I won t ever let you let you
Will I find my way home?
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