take me down to some east side street
where the numbers and the letters meet
and you make an animal of me
oh how the caged bird sings so sweet
forget that we've got beating hearts
say they're just moving body parts
in the morning when the sun comes up
your hate will then out-race your love
when i recovered from all this
you greeted me with a holy kiss
you made angels' wings for you and me
and we at the fruit of that same tree
and left me there where we fell down
paper wings blown round the playground
so i hid myself away til spring
but you never came back to find me
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