| To the wounded, I have seen
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| The self image they’ve forced you to reduce to shattered glass
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| With the only remaining value lying in its jagged edges
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| The few who warrant waking for
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| Await their recognition
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| No fear of death, but with fear of life
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| Your weakness kills everyone, so live
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| For no lack of searching I can’t seem to find, can’t seem to find one
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| Angels for everyone
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| What of all their promises, can’t seem to find much more than lies
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| Angels in anyone
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| A permanent solution to a temporary problem
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| Before I’d lay me down to rest
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| I’d throw away everything to live
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| For no lack of searching I can’t seem to find, can’t seem to find one
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| Angels for everyone
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| What of all their promises, can’t seem to find much more than lies
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| Angels in anyone
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| For no lack of searching I can’t seem to find, can’t seem to find one
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| Angels for everyone
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| What of all their promises, can’t seem to find much more than lies
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| Angels in anyone
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| For no lack of searching I can’t seem to find, can’t seem to find one
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| Angels for everyone
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| What of all their promises, can’t seem to find much more than lies
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| Angels in anyone
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| For no lack of searching I can’t seem to find, can’t seem to find one
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| Angels for everyone
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| What of all their promises, can’t seem to find much more than lies
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| Angels in anyone |