Angel Wings

I am a body that jumps and drop-kicks

And I always will be

My pockets are full of knives and guitar picks

And they always will be

The summer is hot and sweet-smellin

And it always will be

This old Blazer was never worth sellin

And it never will be

Your broken wings, now mended, were severed

So I took you in and made you all better

I'll be sure to pluck all the right feathers

There, now don't you feel better?

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