| I was sitting on the right hand of a King
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| Too glorious for words
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| We watched you in the pouring rain
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| Hands pressed against your face
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| And I felt the wings brush against my side
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| Oh, I’m just another passerby to you
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| Oh, and you don’t hear me screaming out your name
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| You can’t hear me scream
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| Static fills the air I breathe
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| The radio keeps whispering
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| Change the station love
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| Cause this is nothing you’ll want to hear
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| Oh, your fate’s becoming all too real right now
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| I’ll watch you as your lungs collapse
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| And scream my name with your last breath
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| But I can’t hear you
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| Static drowns your voice out
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| Don’t forget to breathe
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| Stop pretending your world is spinning, still spinning
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| There’s a glaze in your stare
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| Has no one been listening?
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| He said we’ll look like angels
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| Stop pretending your world’s still spinning
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| Oh, he said we’ll look like angels
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| Oh, he said «let Me in.» |