| You hold an image, it provides a common thread
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| No sense of menace, no feeling of dread
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| You never worry your pretty little head
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| And angels tuck you in tonight
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| Angels tuck you in tonight
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| Angels tuck you in and greet you in the morning light
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| This cartoon world you’ve created, it’s like Disneyland
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| Get out your golden ticket
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| The one they give you when you’re born again
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| A guardian personage is watching over you
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| Nothing uncomfortable can ever get through
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| There is no suffering for the chosen few
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| And angels tuck you in tonight
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| Angels tuck you in tonight
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| Angels tuck you in and greet you in the morning light
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| You’ve been a wide-eyed innocent
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| Come to the garden, come to the hill
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| Come to the tree, come to the kill
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| Won’t break your bones, but it can break your will
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| You’re too afraid of hurting
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| Been playing cover-up
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| Expose yourself to dying
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| And in this real world, it is your calling
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| You hold an image, it provides a common thread
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| No sense of menace, no feeling of dread
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| You never worry your pretty little head
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| And angels tuck you in tonight
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| Angels tuck you in tonight
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| Angels tuck you in and greet you in the morning light |