All our morning after sudden laughter
All our moons bloom overnight
Like our happy-hour plastic flowers
All our dreamers lose to the light
Like our friendly fire, naked liars
And tired pomp and circumstance
All our true believers break like fever
All our bruises beg for a chance (beg for a chance)
All our sons and daughters
Throw their stones in holy water
All our angels go home
All our friends and lovers
Take our clothes and show their colors
All our angels go home
Paper tigers, dumpster divers
All our phantoms fixing their own hair
Our unforgiven count their ammunition
All our mercy leaves us unaware (unaware)
All us sons and daughters
Throw our stones in holy water
All our angels go home
All us friends and lovers
Take your clothes and show our colors
All our angels go home
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