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Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel “not good enough"
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance    For the break that will make it ok   There's always some reason to feel “not good enough"   And it's hard at the end of the day    I need some distraction, oh beautiful release    Memories seep from my veins    They may be empty and weightless, and maybe    I'll find some peace tonight       In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here    From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear    You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie    You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here       So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn    There's vultures and thieves at your back    The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies    That you make up for all that you lack    It don't make no difference, escaping one last time    It's easier to believe    In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness    That brings me to my knees       In the arms of an Angel, far away from here    From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear    You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie    In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here