| Strange things seem to occur, somewhere behind the nursery door
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| Though i was just a bit of a kid, it was the bit that she was looking for
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| Now i don’t know where to begin confessing
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| The way she’s making me feel it can’t be a sin
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| I was taught to believe you were looking down on everyone
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| And your benevolent face is beautiful to gaze upon
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| Now i just don’t know who to tell to go to hell
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| Who put the old devil in the distorted angel?
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| Distorted angel
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| Pure illuminated sweetness
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| Frightening small children is just about your only weakness
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| I thought that you would tell me what i’m living for
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| But i can’t see you anymore
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| I don’t know what we did but i’m sorry if it made you cry
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| And if there’s any justice at all i’d be punished for it i’d surmise
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| It will mark the spot very well where i fell
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| Under the shadow of the distorted angel
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| Beneath the shadow of the distorted angel
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| Below the shadow of the distorted angel
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| Angel
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| Beneath the shadow of the distorted angel
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| Below the shadow of the distorted angel
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| Angel |