Track Twenty-Three

I haven't got wings

Those are for angels

But close tight your eyes

Let my words fill your mind

And you'll swear you're

Atmospheric

OOdles of charm

But a prince I am not

You've got the polish

Come on, make me

Twenty-four karat shiny



Or not, I can wait in the station



'Cause even if you're not on

I'll still be the last ride in.

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