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lightning crashes, a new mother cries |
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her placenta falls to the floor |
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the angel opens her eyes |
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the confusion sets in |
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before the doctor can even close the door |
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lightning crashes, an old mother dies |
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her intentions fall to the floor |
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the angel closes her eyes |
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the confusion that was hers |
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belongs now, to the baby down the hall |
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oh now feel it comin' back again |
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like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind |
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forces pullin' from the center of the earth again |
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I can feel it. |
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lightning crashes, a new mother cries |
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this moment she's been waiting for |
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the angel opens her eyes |
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pale blue colored iris, |
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presents the circle |
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and puts the glory out to hide, hide |
