| My, angles, on high
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| Have broken, their wings
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| The loneyliest, tears, I cry
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| My heart, never sings
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| I’m, in, dis-a-ray
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| Blue heart, on the floor
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| Laughter and dark, for the day
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| Who’s minding the store?
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| The sins, of a neeeeeeew perfume
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| Has drawn you, from meeeeeee
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| She’s changing, the view, for you
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| For every, oooone, to, see
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| So, you, slipped away
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| Remote, ever more
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| Who’s warmmmmmming, the chill, every day?
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| And, who minding the store?
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| I silently… call, your name
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| But, no one, is here
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| My heart, saddly hopes, in vain, that you might, soon… appear
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| As doubt settles in
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| And closes, the, door
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| It’s only, to hide, what’s happened, inside
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| Who’s minding, the store?
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| Who’s, minding, the stooooooooore? |