Angels

I can hear her laughter,
like sweet summer rain.

The days pass so quickly,
the nights wait in shadow.
Those nights that pass so slow.

The bars downtown are prison.
Each one a separate hell.
That mistress of demons
has cast an evil spell.

Yes I hear her laughing
at my sorrow and this pain.

Sweet angels could not save me,
they never fly this low.

The bars downtown are prison.
Each one a separate hell.
That mistress of demons
has cast her evil spell.

I can hear her laughter,
like sweet summer rain.

I see them soar above me,
in those nights so slow.

But the angels cannot save me.
They never fly this low.

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