The power of angels
You left at my door
I wrapped it
You call my name, come running
Come running in my friend
If
Come here
Spare the end
Don't want to talk in metaphors
Your new
A mime stands upon the gallows for a crime he
I've been around a long time
In search of home and
Are you waiting for somebody else to move
Don't you know
I wish i could say the same of myself, that
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