There's a man holding a megaphone
He must have been the voice of God
The bystanders claimed
they saw angels
Flying up and down the block
Well, they must have been
attached to wires
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I've seen one laying in
the lawn with a broken arm
So I called 911
Well, that's one less founded opinion
One more cause for a dispute
So the street filled like a basin
Up with cameras and their crews
And they washed away the rumors
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Leaving just the concrete truth
It was a spectacle
No, I, I mean a miracle
So I fell like a girl from
a balance beam
A gymnasium of eyes,
all are holding on to me
I lifted one foot to cross the other
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and I felt myself slipping
It was a small mistake
Sometimes that's all it takes
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Now I'm staring at my wrist
Hoping that the timing is right
When the planets will align
There will be no planets to align
Just the carcass of the sun
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With little painted marbles
Spinning senseless through
an endless black sky
And so it never started And
It was in a foreign hotel bathtub
I baptized myself in change
And one by one, I drowned all
of the people I had been
And I emerged to find the
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parallels were fewer
I was cleansed
I looked in the mirror and
someone new was there
But I was as helpless as a chess piece
When I was lifted up by someone's hand
And delivered from the corner
My enemies had got me in
But in all of my salvation I still
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felt imprisoned inside
That holding cell that is myself
So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key
As it turns in the lock and
the guard will say to me
"Oh, my patient prisoner,
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you have waited for this day and finally
You are free, you are free,
you are freezing"
Now
And I'll throw away this wrinkled map
And my chart of stars and compass,
cracked
And I'll climb that tree
all wet with sap
To avoid the hungry beasts below
I'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing
Of a graveyard grey
and a garden green
And we won't have to worry no more
No, we won't have to wonder again
About how this song or story ends
About how this song and story will end
Bright Eyes 
