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I kept an angel In a box beneath my bedLittle beast had broke her jawAnd I tried to fix her headThey said I had to put her backThat I had to put her back exactly where I found herBut I know I sawThat she was doing good, till the cat got herAnd I came to write a letterBut my pen was full of hymnsI came to drown a sorrow It seems they've learned to swimMouth full of pins and heart pumping gasolineIt's lateI'm still at the sewing machineStitching up strays fifteen yearsBut this one's meanBut I fixed you up When they said you were past repairAnd I stitched you upI thread a needle with my hairAnd I fixed you up When you were still a common sparrowBut look whose on the shoulder now when the road goes narrowLetras de cancionesI kept an angel In a box beneath my bedLittle bitch had broke her jawAnd I tried to fix her headThey said I had to put her backThat I had to put her back exactly where I found herBut I know I sawThat she was doing good, until the cat got herWell I'm putting you out of my miseryWe ain't got much but we've got historyIt was a mercy killNoIt was a suicideNoIt was an accidentNoWell at least I triedWait soft drugs and seam ripper Tough love and tape measureStitching up boys is different that wayYou fix a bird you buy it a cageYou fix a man You fix a man, and he flies awayWhen I ran out of threadI couldn't let goBut that's not sewingThat's, that's just poking holesAnd it's a strange breedA different kind of creature That looks for love through the eye of a needleBut the creed of the seamstress isThat you're pretty in piecesI kept an angel In a box beneath my bedLittle beast had broke her jawAnd I tried to fix her headThey said I had to put her backThat I had to put her back exactly where I found herBut I know I sawShe was doing good, until the cat got herTake a seat and let me get a look at your faceBusted, faxed, and broke for daysNot much, little something for the painDon't fuss, or we'll never get a scintillate straightAnd I keep it clean as I can adjustAdjust the machine in a mattress plus I never did need for a padded Just some good restraints and my bedside mannerWhen I ran out of thread, I couldn't let goBut that's not sewing, that's, that's just poking holesWhen I ran out of thread, I couldn't let goBut that's not sewing, that's, that's just poking holes From Letras Mania