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In the morning glow with so low
the day begins as shelds her skin
In the of the long dark past,
I'm to see the light.
drunken days and spinning scenes,
the lifting of weight that God's brings.
Till genius with hungover snakes
and the dreams one more.
Tossed bed to floor.

Sometime, just when you think it couldn't get any worse,
it'll hit you and you realise:
it sure as hell gonna get any better.
So tune into the radio and to the words we say.
it's gonna get far worse before it better.
into the T.V. show, when we will appear to show you the way.
So turn your heads to the starry above,
give sore eyes a sight.
When host of heavenly takes homeward to the Promised Land.
And the did align in nineteen ninety-nine.
We're getting for the moment to shine.
luck, star-struck.

On the of the storm we shall be born,
under the red and the and the white,
these angels will flight.

flight with crippled wings and to sing.

Just a stupid hand in a Texas rock band,
trying to understand masterplan.

When the Lord said "Son! the world before it explodes,
the glory of the Crossroads."
I said "Lord I make you a
I will if you give me a hit so I can build a 'city on a hill'."
And He said "Son! I if you will."
I said 'My sweet Lord' a deal."

Waiting to hit crippled wings,
to hit with songs to sing,
waiting to hit the screen,
to hit the scene.

So we approach the conclusion when the receives its retribution.
On the eve of our destruction, standing at the looking over.
Waiting to hit the center stage at such a and tender age,
shot out of the miry clay cuttin' all the corners along th way.
Born in a covered in after-birth we're her for all she's worth,
with stars above, lone below, upon the earth a star is born.