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When the Angels Play Their Drum Machines Lyrics

And we drove, on a wet and windy road,
to the coast, to a dirty seaside town,
found a room, in a hotel by the sea,
unpacked our bags, and then she looked at me.
And 'I said, let me, let you, let me down again',
She said 'no'
'let me, let you, let me down again',
She said 'no'
'Please draw the curtains, unplug the phone
Let's mess the sheets and give our hearts a home
We are both adults, our eyes are open wide
Let's push away, the world outside'
Moving to the west end was a big, big, big mistake
We lost all our money and we got mostly heartache
Some nights she would sigh, and place her head upon my lap
And she would cry, I couldn't stop her shaking
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