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Glow In The Dark Plastic Angel Lyrics - Singles - Nerissa & Katryna Nields

You came by in the hat your mother knit you 

In clothes that do not fit you anymore 

You sat down in the corner of my bedroom 

I hung the, 'Closed for Good' sign on my door 

 

I said, "Nothing works today, everything is broken 

Everything is choking on ambivalence" 

You put a plastic angel on my desk and said 

"I cannot fix this but this may help 

To move you towards deliverance" 

 

Glow in the dark plastic angel 

It's the first day of spring 

Nothing's making sense anymore 

Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring 

I finally get what my wings are for 

I finally get what my wings are for 

 

All day long Mom and Dad were fighting 

Thunder and lightning through the walls 

Sticks and stones can break a heart to pieces 

But it's nothing like the damage from no phone calls 

 

I wish that I could speak, I'd tell her not to bother 

I'd tell her he's my father, not the king 

I wish that he would stay but he won't be held by duty 

I wish he saw the beauty in the ring 

 

Glow in the dark plastic angel 

It's the first day of spring 

Nothing's making sense anymore 

Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring 

I finally get what my wings are for 

I finally get what my wings are for 

 

You came by when everything was broken 

Bringing me this token of your love 

You laughed and said, "It's only superstition 

But I'm making it my mission to relieve you 

Of this tired broken world" 

 

"There's just no way to fight it 

Sit down and be quiet, I won't go 

Here's an angel for your desk, it's only a reminder 

I'm leaving her behind so you will always know I'm here" 

 

Glow in the dark plastic angel 

It's the first day of spring 

Nothing's making sense anymore 

Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring 

I finally get what my wings are for 

I finally get what my wings are for 

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