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Black angels spread their wings |
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And they swallow the sky |
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Carry my ghost to a hiding place |
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From cellophane smiles |
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And halos of barbwire |
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Fly me far from everything |
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From everyone and |
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Fly me away from myself |
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Tears of the crying |
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Sun Like despair on the wing |
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Swirl through the gray like a cauldron achurn |
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For the Winter sky |
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Cry for the crows on the wire |
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For they fly no more |
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Take me far from everything |
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Everyone and |
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Take me away from myself |
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Far from you |
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Take me away from myself |
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Away from you |
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Silent like the |
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January mist of morn |
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Skies adorned |
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Dressed in shadows dancing with the failing wind |
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But it's too late now |
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Too late now |
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Way too late |
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Too late To make up for everything |
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Way too late |
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Too late For taking back anything |
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Way too late |
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Too late To cry for you |
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Way too late |
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Too late To cry for myself |
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Black as the deepest night |
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As you fly on your way |
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Fly to my dreams |
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As you glide on the wings of my memory |
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Don't know where you're going |
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But please take me anyway |
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Take me far from everyone |
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And bid them all farewell |
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Take me far away from here |
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If you could only |
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Take me away from myself |
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Far from you |
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Take me away from myself |
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Away from you |
