| And are those real angels in the magazines?
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| Oh, is there a heaven? |
| You’d know now you’ve been
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| Are those real stars that hang in the sky?
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| Or are they man-made, a trick of the light?
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| Amen, Amen, Amen
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| And is there a God up there?
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| So, where does He hide?
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| 'Cause the devil is raging inside my mind
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| And is there a moment when it all makes sense?
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| When saying goodbye, doesn’t feel like the end?
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| Amen, Amen, Amen
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| Sometimes I can’t help blaming You
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| For leaving me here, what am I supposed to do?
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| There’s plenty of women, there’s drink and there’s drugs
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| But we both know that won’t be enough
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| 'Cause I see You in the daytime, and I hear You at night
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| There’s a pale imitation burnt in my eyes
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| I don’t wanna be here, I don’t know what to do
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| Sometimes I’d rather be dead
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| At least then I’m with You
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| Amen, amen
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| Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen |