we saw A spire of gold, no, a trick of the eye, that's all But the beast was gone and a voice was heard They got no horns and they got no tail They
t make it through Out of the night and out of the dark Into the fire and into the fight Well, that's the way the heroes go, ho, ho, ho Through a crack
When you're asleep they may show you Aerial views of the ground Freudian slumber empty of sound Over the rooftops and houses Lost as it tries to be seen
There's an angel standing in the sun. There's an angel standing in the sun, Free to get back home.
Lovelier she was than any that I know Angels never know it's time To close the book And gracefully decline The song has found a tale My, what a jealous
The streets were deserted though the police were alerted They considered the phone call a hoax Furtively glancing, they jauntily prancing The youth caught
that I had A pool of bubbles and tears, just a pool of tears Just a pool of tears All in all you are a very dying race Placing trust upon a cruel world
Cause sand is thicker than blood But a prison in sand is a haven in hell For a gaol can give you a goal A goal can find you a role on a muddy pitch in
many days journey we came to a peak Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out. We followed his gaze and we thought maybe we saw A spire of gold - no, a trick
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make it through. Out of the night and out of the dark Into the fire and into the fight Well that's the way the heroes go, Ho! Ho! Ho! Through a crack
thicker than blood. But a prison in sand Is a haven in hell, For a gaol can give you a goal And a goal can find you a role On a muddy pitch in Newcastle
like son Not flesh nor fish nor bone A red rag hangs from an open mouth. Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle, A-tumbling and a-bumbling
she was than any that I know. Angels never know it's time To close the book and gracefully decline, The song has found a tale. My, what a jealous
: When you're asleep they may show you Aerial views of the ground, Freudian slumber empty of sound. Over the rooftops and houses, Lost as it tries
: The streets were deserted though the police were alerted, They considered the phone call a hoax. Furtively glancing then jauntily prancing The youth
