This is the day The day of the death The death of the matinee idol
Still so beautiful as the angels As the angels came down from high So sweet and so soft So charmingly daft So young was the matinee idol Lips of crimson, slightly open As the flash and all fame put to rest
Walk along that wall No it is not from the academy Walk along that wall From this moment on You'll cease to be the undying love of the public eye
And so goes one more away from the maze Away for to sit at the table above babel Far from this world While standing on the boulevard
Walk along that wall No it is not from the academy Walk along that wall From this moment on You'll cease to be But still Whomever has looked at beauty is marked out already by death Still so beautiful as the angels As the angels came down from high
[Thanks to crucifymyself@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
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