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Blue Coupe
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Angel's Well
We do our magic in the red desert Our hands wear gloves from skins of a lizard We summon black clouds to fill our lake And rain starts falling like teeth from a snake
We've got the password sewn to our eyelid We live in great caverns where the holy saints hid We licked our wounds by the tongue of heaven We know the meaning of the number of seven
We swore that we would never tell But we dug our way out of the Angel's Well We taste it's holy, holy spell It's hot like all the stars from hell . .How it serves us well.
We paint symbols on sharp cliffs Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We dance to thunder when the night sky shifts We hear the cities, they're always calling They want that magic to keep from falling
We cover our faces with the skulls of dead cattle They come in handy just before the battle The angel calls us to give us his orders He says the first thing is to drink from my waters.
We swore that we would never tell But we dug our way out of the Angel's Well We taste it's holy, holy spell It's hot like all the stars from hell . .How it serves us well.
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