| I want the angel
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| Whose dreams are fatal
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| They cause the snakes milk to run and curdle
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| I want the angel
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| Whose darkness doubles
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| It absorbs the brilliance of all my troubles
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| I want the angel
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| That will not shatter
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| Every time I whisper, «girl it does not matter»
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| I want the angel
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| Whos got the proof
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| She signals her devotion from the rails on the roof
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| I want the angel
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| That comes to stay
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| She dont let lawyers and ambition lead her away
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| I want the angel
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| Whose eyes are raving
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| Who takes what Im giving and not what Im saving
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| I want the angel
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| Whose bones are so sharp
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| That they can break through their own excuses
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| Well, to be a blind man,
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| Hey, that would be a fine thing
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| Then I could dream at night of total strangers
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| And all the music would be so spaceless
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| And all the women would be so faceless,
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| Theyd be so faceless theyd be like old film
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| Just like old film I never did process
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| I want the angel
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| That knows the sky
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| She got virtue, she got the parallel light in her eye
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| I want the angel
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| Thats partly lame
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| She filters clarity from her desperate shame
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| I want the angel
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| That knows rejection
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| Whos like a whore in love with her own reflection
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| I want the angel
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| Whose touch dont miss
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| When the blood comes through the dropper like a thick red kiss
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| If I could break through I could be certain
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| But this obsession is like some fiery curtain
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| All the numbers reduced to zero
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| And those who died young, they are my heroes
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| They are my heroes, they took the walk
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| Where the heart made sense and the mind cant talk
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| I want the angel
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| Whose child dont weep
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| Shes got dreams designed for eternal sleep
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| I want the angel
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| That will not change
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| Into a four-legged monster in love with the strange
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| I want the angel
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| That never chooses
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| And dont come running back every time she loses
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| But I want the angel that never loses |