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Are there angels in the wilderness? |
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I don't know. |
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I've got my doubts, but if you say so . |
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But I've got a feeling we're doing ok. |
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We're doing our part, to make the brambles seem less sharp. |
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When you ask for bread, will |
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I give you stone? |
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Will I make you confess it, or leave it alone? |
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If it consoles you will |
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I take it away? |
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Hold my hand. |
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Help me to understand. |
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You break my heart again and again. |
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I'll never get use to that sensation. |
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All those locusts just trying to get out. |
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Devouring with tiny bites, all that lies in site. |
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Fly forgotten like a prayer. |
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Fly forgotten like a dream. |
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Fly forbidden. |
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Fly unseen |
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Fly, fly, fly away from me. |
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Are there angels in the wilderness? |
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I don't know. |
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But I will give you my love and watch the bitterness grow. |
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And then will |
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I take it and hide it away? |
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And wait on the day when the balance tips your way. |
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Fly forgotten like a prayer. |
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Fly forgotten like a dream. |
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Fly forbidden. |
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Fly unseen |
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Fly, fly, fly away from me. |
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Are there angels in the wilderness? |
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I don't know. |
