Wind whips the dust
into a devil’s brew
Pulls a loose piece of asphalt off the roof
Sends it flyin past the ornamental concrete
Goin out of business sign That’s
been there for the last 2 years
Yet nothin’s moved away from here
Since the day he disappeared
This place is in decline
[Now] there’s 47 angels
on her front lawn
They’ve been there since he’s been gone
Won’t somebody buy just one today
Help a fallen angel fly away
47 angels on her front lawn
The concrete’s cracked they been there so long
It’s time to step up, time to pay
Help a fallen angel fly away
Well the whole town knew that he
was bad
And why she always looked so sad
As anyone out walking
on the east road Knew too well
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A muffled cry in the
dead of night
The beat of wings trying to take flight
Was that the moaning of the trees
No one would really tell
Chorus
Some have no eyes, some have no ears
Some look like they have tracks of tears
Some look like both their wings were broken
And then were reset all wrong
There are secrets in this town
That no policeman ever found
Some things are best left where they rest
And not where they belong
And no one knows just where
he went
Or why she bought so much cement
The day, she said, that he’d left
For parts unknown
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