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Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand |
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Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? |
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I guess there might not be too many 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... |
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I said that I would pay for them 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 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 us 'till we're only good for... |
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Waiting for you" |
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All my sins... |
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I said that I would pay for them 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 when I'm lying in my bed |
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Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book |
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Suck my blood break my nerve offer me their arms |
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Well, I will not be an enemy of anything |
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I'll only stand here |
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Waiting for you |
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All my sins... |
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I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you |
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All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming |
