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Black
Angel
Black
me down

Jackets and
Pistols and
Poor boy, feels I ain't got no friends
I up nervous
is gloomy
Eyes on the
Look right me
I myself breathing
to focus
Goodbye
hopeless
The
the lament to the non-trier
The isolation makes me wanna set on fire
But I don't anywhere

Angel
Black
Black
me down

Black
Angel
Black
Carry me

I pick all the
Extinguish the
The insanities, I can all of their names
The of the barrel
no way how to be
But the cold and the
beats the out of me
The windows are
And I shouldn't
I'll just digging
Until I'm good and
Cobwebs and apple
Old ghosts and
The woman at the desk I ain't got no messages
But I don't live

Black
Angel
Black
me down

Lost in a
Of fantasy in
The woman I love, she don't want me no
Inebriated, of pain and speaking wild
Full-grown man, reduced to a child
Hard a hearing, short-tempered, long viewing, completely
and cleared of all doing
the calendars
And the clocks
Tree knocked
Inside an box
And I don't anywhere

Angel
Black
Angel
Carry me

Black
Black
Black
me down