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This is an obsession, a kind of aggression with himself |
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It's the way he'll always be |
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He loves to rebel to go against his ten commandments |
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For him, that's just being free |
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And he always will, oh get his thrills |
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The only way he knows how, well it might make you frown |
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But he just loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to go |
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State of mind that no-one knows |
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Over there stands my angry angel |
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And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me |
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Over there stands my angry angel |
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And he's frowning like hell, |
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I'm not feeling guilty |
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Over and over again, more and more for the pain |
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To release himself, from this shell |
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And time after time, you may glare at him for the way he looks |
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Like something drawn up from hell |
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But that's just his cover from what is under it |
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All his imagination, his passion for a creation |
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Which he has discovered, uncovered a world |
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Of amazing sensations, yeah, his own little nation |
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Over there stands my angry angel |
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And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me |
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Over there stands my angry angel |
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And he's frowning like hell, |
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I'm not feeling guilty |
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I don't care, |
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I don't care, |
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I don't care, |
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I don't care |
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And I don't care and |
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I don't care and |
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I don't care |
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And I don't care and |
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I don't care and |
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I don't care |
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And I don't care |
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Over there stands my angry angel |
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And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me |
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Over there stands my angry angel |
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And he's frowning like hell, |
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I'm not feeling guilty, now |
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And over there stands my angry angel |
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And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me |
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Over there stands my angry angel |
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And he's frowning like hell, |
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I'm not feeling guilty, yeah |
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Well I'm not feeling guilty, well |
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I'm not feeling guilty |
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Well I'm not feeling guilty, 'cause |
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I don't care |
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Well I'm not feeling guilty, well |
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I'm not feeling guilty |
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Well I'm not feeling guilty, 'cause |
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I don't care |
