Anabelle is chasing gravel angels
Mama's counting the lines on
When Annis built this cage I saw the blueprint on
You've been following your compass, putting in your two cents
Sweet city of Dublin, I am heading out
Cause all
Top of the stairs, up on the roof
I scratched
When your heart is bent to weigh down a train
Hold
Judas Iscariot is kicking up seashells and he is cursing
Oh, you're breaking my spirit and you're hurting my ears
We bid our friends goodbye
We promised we would write
Well it's 3 a.m., I'm driving in my car
Under
The Reasonland's emperor came down
To the water's edge and
Can you hear the sirens cry
From across the water?
For your
When she moved to the city, she was twenty years
I will drink all the teardrops from your leaves
Wherever
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