| Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand
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| I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now
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| Where’d you come come from
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| Where am I going
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| Why’d you leave us 'till we’re only good for
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| Waiting for you
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| All my sins, yeah
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| I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you
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| And all my innocence is just wasted on the dead and dreaming
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| Every night these silhouettes appear above my head
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| Some little angels of the silences, that climb into my bed and whisper
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| Every time I fall asleep
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| And every time I dream
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| Did you come
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| Would you lie
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| Why’d you leave me 'till I’m only good for
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| Waiting for you
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| All my sins, yeah
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| I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you
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| And all my innocence is just wasted on the dead and dreaming
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| Well, I dream of Michelangelo, when I’m lying in my bed
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| And the angels hang above my head and read me like an open book
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| And suck my blood, break my nerve and offer me their arms
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| Well, I will not be an enemy of anything
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| I’ll only stand here
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| Waiting for you
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| All my sins, yeah
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| I said that I would pay for them if I could come back tot you
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| And all my innocence is just wasted on the dead and dreaming
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| I’m gone, I’m gone
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| I’m gone, I’m gone
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| I’m gone, I’m gone
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| I’m gone, I’m gone
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| I’m gone |