this ain't no curtain call
no ovation
the mob is growing
and they're impatient
I see matches
and I see torches
sometimes it burns,
sometimes it scorches
oh, put your hands down
there's nothing left to call
I will be watching
when your halo begins to fall
this ain't no fairy tale
this ain't no fable
I'll find a moral when I'm able
in the pouring rain
and you remember
the car that pulled away last November
ch.
when your halo begins to fall..
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