Before I Wake

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Honeysuckle and barbed wire
Subterranean angel eye
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Force the tears your dreams awake
Got this feeling I can’t shake
So if I die before I wake
One last promise left to make
One less heart you’ll have to break
Angels often fall
Strung up on the wall
Waiting on your call
Morning backseat not a word
Stole the sky beneath the bird
Don’t know what you thought you heard
Morning backseat not a word
Diamond, club, spade, heart
Each one played its part
Wanton sister never had
Baltimore can’t be that bad
Breadcrumb starlight all around
Roll the paper round this town
Strike the match and burn it down
Burn it down