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Iâm on the Queenstown Road riding bumper to bumper
an island, an island in the driving rain
and in my mind itâs the highest place Iâve ever
been without a parachute, without holding on or falling
falling through the rain
I never lay down before underneath anyone who didnât crush me
or punish me for my weaknesses
youâre on my tongue, youâre in my mouth, youâre all inside of me
my arms stretched wide - Iâm not feeling crucified
with my rebel angel
my rebel angel
my rebel angel
falling through the rain
are you real oh oh are you apparition oh oh
are you really really really real
itâs been so long, singing âitâs been a good year for the rosesâ
and whistling down the wind
tell me did you fall or were you pushed from a passing cloud
one of godâs tear-drops, falling on me
falling on me
my rebel angel
my rebel angel
my rebel angel
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