xx1502xx. celestial.


Lay dagger-dead inside a lonely bed
Trying to hide the hole inside my head
Watching the stars slide down to reach the end
Cause sleep is not my friend
Drinking champagne to forget yesterday
Cause I remember, the way, the way, the way
It ended the day, the day, the day, the day
That I walked away, away, away, away
Drinking champagne, made by the angel
Who goes by the name of Glittering Gabriel
Drinking champagne made of an angel's
Tears and pain, but I feel celestial

Savour the taste of fabricated wealth

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