Theres angels hiding under Tressles above the ground They hover there forever So they cant be found Trains are speeding over Over the frozen lakes Would you ever see me Under the ice awake Its too late now Its too late now Its too late to fix my broken hands To fix my broken hands Hes got a steel guitar Where his hearts supposed to be Called in the mechanic He couldnt tune the strings And theres always circus music Playing inside his head It jumped into the river And into the sea it fled Its too late now Its too late now Its too late to fix my broken hands To fix my broken hands
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