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In light, just bleed, Angelica |
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Don't say the lights would not change |
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'Cause I've seen the gray |
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Our lives, untouchable |
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When you see your epic is all in flames |
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Such coy and winsome lies |
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Aloft she cries, so high |
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Thick lovers carry on a passive song |
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The angel lilts in vain |
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"We are the ill-advised" |
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She said through a disguise |
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Fancy and short |
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Fall asleep with |
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All the things you said to me |
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Running out of time |
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I'm not crawling |
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So hide behind what's weak and point the freaks |
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A place that lights your name |
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So here's some alcohol to shake the fall |
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A drink that frames the need |
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And if you run for fame |
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And hold such disdain |
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Ever long |
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So walk along the lines |
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And what you know is everything you had in store |
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What you thought that you'd adore? |
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You can't hold all you left behind |
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Fall asleep with |
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All the things you said to me |
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Running out of time |
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In light just bleed, Angelica |
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Don't say the lights could not change |
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'Cause I've seen the gray |
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Our lives, untouchable |
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When you see your epic is all in vain |
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The spot light burns inside of me |
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'Cause bravery's holding my two hands |
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So high in the air |
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With each breath Angelica sighs |
