Angel Of 14th Street

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Broadway traffic streaming light

She came from California

Running from daylight into this endless electric twilight

And when she dies a ghost is born

Singing "Get up, get up, get up, get up out of your memories

Get out of the sunlight, get out of that sleeping western town"

Got a little bit of running for you now

Got a little way to run

To answer all our hopes and fears

A king is leaving Union Square

Did we leave the light on? (Did we leave the light on?)

Does he need a light on? (Does he need a light on?)

The king is screaming highway songs of blood and liеs, of hope and wrong

Did we leavе the light on? (Did we leave the light on?)

Does he need a light on?

Yesterday when we get older

We'll look back on all the times

He had you putting a face on instead of just walking away

So paint your face black and blue again

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up new and put on the clothes

That make you feel like you're not broken

He put a little bit of color in your eye

You got a little bit of color

To answer all our hopes and prayers

An angel sang in Union Square

Did she leave the light on? (Did she leave the light on?)

Do we need a light on?

The congregation came to stare

To touch her dress, to pull her hair

They tore her clothes and left her there

Did she need a light on? (Does she need a light on?)

Do we need a light on? (Do we need a light on?)

Do we need a light on? (Do we need a light on?)

Do we need a light on?

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The daydream nations won't come true

The ghosts you made up ghosted you

The angel learns to live with things that make her feel uneasy

And after all the dreaming's done

She screams "Wake up, wake up, wake up, this is a recording, a ghost of England

Awake in a dream of America"

You see him coming out the corner of your eye

You can hear him breathing when he runs

The king of all our hopes and fears

His train departing Union Square

Just moved to somewhere south of here

Did he leave a light on? (Did he leave a light on?)

Her feathers stale with sex and beer

The angel of the pavement cries

"If God is dead, why am I here?

Did he leave a light on for me? (Did he leave a light on?)

Did he leave a light on for me? (Did he leave a light on?)

Did he leave a light on for me? (Did he leave a light on?)

Did he leave a light on for me?"

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