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She held to her heart
The image of man
Some wicked as you
Mine reached for her hand

She ran to the door
Past the pistol he had
Fell to the floor
As the smoke would dispel

Good Angela
Believe not my tears
Just trust my smile
I'll keep young your years

Good Angela
Why did he laugh
To understand this
To figure out that
She held to her heart   The image of man   Some wicked as you   Mine reached for her hand      She ran to the door   Past the pistol he had   Fell to the floor   As the smoke would dispel      Good Angela   Believe not my tears   Just trust my smile   I'll keep young your years      Good Angela   Why did he laugh   To understand this   To figure out that