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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 a life--you pissed on a prize" it's still pulling your knuckles to your palm (fucking conscience is siding with the wrong side) you know the devil's not deep--no, no, he's brushing your cheek and hearing him breathe you remember a song 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 Letras de canciones birds shit on your car, 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 wanna get off and run away from it all and run away from it all... 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, yeah 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 just another devil out of the dirt and back into the earth) (fucking conscience is siding with the wrong side start the engines, i'm dying in the long line) From Letras Mania