DISCOGRAPHY - "POP CIRCLES" - LYRICS

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LAND

Took a chance, packed your bags and out you came
But like a romance, it’s a gamble, it’s a crap shoot game
When in Rome, do as they do, they all say
You’re so far from home, your eyes on the sky everyday

In the city of high flying angels
Town where they clone gilded idols on the golden sand
In the city of high flying angels
And you’re waiting and you’re praying for just one to land
Just one to land

There’s a line, a line that you cross when you get down
And there’s a sign, a sign leading you out of this town
As the pink light fades by the edge of the beach
And you try to grab it, but it’s right out of your reach

In the city of high flying angels
Town where they clone gilded idols on the golden sand
City of high flying angels
And you wait and you pray for just one to land
Just one to land

Category lumpers, bandwagon jumpers, high-five pumpers, bad vibe dumpers
And more
Percentage makers, big deal breakers, cheap shot takers, dream forsakers,
Galore

In the city of high flying angels
Town where they clone gilded idols on the golden sand
In the city of high flying angels
And you wait and you pray for just one to land
Yeah you wait and you pray for just one to land
Yeah you wait and you pray for just one to land
I need an angel to land