you the most To stay and work it out is harder than to run away So she leaves a note because to his face she couldn't say Bye, bye, my teenage angel
the back Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that Livin' a century, the strenght of her memories Felt like an angel had
She's an angel working the back streets With the addict and the deadbeats Just another hopeless teenage tradgey Sell it all to a perfect stranger All
the back Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that Livin' a century, the strength of her memories Felt like an angel had
