I'm looking for an angel,
there's nothing left to say.
Didn't realize that you had wings
until you left the other day.
The world still spins around the sun,
the sun still sets in the west at night.
The lights of Vegas still shine brightly,
as desperate people place their bets.
They don't know about the spring time,
only promises washed away.
Like looking at that poor school boy,
asking how'd he get that way.
He was a brick sinking in the water,
waves lapping against his head.
He didn't have all of the answers,
liked to shake his head instead.
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