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angel cried last night; it was something in her dreams,
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carving pictures on her bedroom wall, she wonders what it means,
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but gets by inside by saying it's not real,
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there's no reason to confuse myself no matter what it seems.
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angel lied last night to amputate her fears,
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with no question she exhumes herself from possibilities.
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close your eyes it's fine by saying it's not real,
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there's no reason to forgive myself no matter what it seems. 
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and if i could grow some wings i'd fly away home...