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On the corner of St. Marks', I saw an angel Playing a guitar and begging for change Oooh-I guess I shouldn't have believed my eyes But when he wiggled his wings, I melted like ice cream He began to sing (no very well) He said "Oooh-sweet girl, the storyteller never lies" That should have been enough I couldn't make this up Stranger than fiction is my love, my love Now there's an angel in my bed, I can't kick him out And his junkyard head is starting to smell Oooh-I guess it must have been a hell of a night 'Cause as he stumbled to the door, he just didn't care That his wings were on the floor-right where they fell Oooh-and I'm still looking for a heavenly light He couldn't say goodbye The angel made me cry Stranger than fiction like my life My life Ooohh-He said, "The storyteller never lies" Hey Mack, when you fly back to heaven Can I come for the ride? He said, "No kid, I don't live in heaven SongtexteI live here on the lower east side." So now I'm back with my old guy, but I think of the angel How he blatantly lied, and re-stapled his wings Ooooh-now I start running when an angel sings There couldn't be a scarier thing Stranger than fiction is my life Aus Songtexte Mania