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Well, I guess, you left me |
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With some feathers in my hand |
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Did it make it any easier |
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To leave me where I stand? |
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I guess, there might not be too many |
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Who would stand beside you now |
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Where'd you come from? Where am I going? |
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Why'd you leave me till I'm only good for |
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Waiting, for you |
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All my sins, I said that I would pay for them |
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If I could come back to you |
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All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming |
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Every night these silhouettes appear above my head |
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Little angels of the silences |
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That climb into my bed and whisper |
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Every time I fall asleep, every time I dream |
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Did you come? Would you lie? |
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Why'd you leave me till we're only good for |
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Waiting, for you |
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All my sins, I said that I would pay for them |
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If I could come back to you |
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All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming |
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I dream of Michelangelo |
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When I'm lying in my bed |
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Little angels hang above my head |
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And read me like an open book |
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And suck my blood |
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Break my nerve, offer me their arms |
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Well, I will not be an enemy of anyone |
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I'll only stand here |
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Waiting, for you |
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All my sins, I said that I would pay for them |
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If I could come back to you |
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All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming |
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I'm gone, I'm gone, I leave today |
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I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone |
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Take me away |
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I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone |
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I'm gone away, I'm gone, I'm gone |
