Lyrics
this is an obsession, a kind of agression with himself, it's the way hell always be, he loves to rebel to go against his ten commandments, for him, thats just being free. and he always will, get his thrills, the only way he knows how, well it might make you frown, but he loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to go, to a state of mind that no-one knows, over there stands my angry angel, and hes shaking his head, in disgrace with me, yeah over there stands my angry angel, and hes frowning like hell, but i'm not feeling guilty, over and over again, more and more for the pain, to release himself, from this shell, time after time, you may glare at, him for the way he looks like something drawn up from hell, but that's just his cover, from what is under it, all his imagination, his, passion for a creation, which he has discovered, uncovered a world, of, amazing sensations, his own little nation, i dont care, i'm flying
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Artist: heap, imogen