The 42nd Street Singers - Angels in the Night

He's but a creature distorted by the rules
A product of us all rejected by the schools
How sad the one the one with homemade 4th of July
How sad his kind that cry like angels in the night

He's out of season needs no reason why
With hands that only accompany last rites
How sad the one the one who waits for fa foggy nights
How sad his kind that cry like angels in the night

Cry cry for for cry cry for angels in the night
Cry cry for for cry cry for angels in the night

His thoughts uneven a past that would define
The final chapter of his state of mind
Whose stars refuse to shine refuse to shine at night
How sad his kind that cries like angels in the night

The darkness in his head
Weaves his pain-filled web

His heart froze up once upon a time
The silent cry of a life that's so unkind
How sad each cry-a-cry that echoes thru the night
How sad his kind that cries like angels in the night
How sad his kind that cries like angels in the night

Written by:
Michael Varela, Ron Ciancioso

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, VARELA PUBLISHING, Exploration Group LLC

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