| I’ve grown tired
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| I’ve grown cold
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| nothing causes any harm to me
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| hated things I hold
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| I can’t feel what you give to me
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| see the skin’s burned from my hands
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| I remember what you promised me
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| Like some Desperation Angel
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| I come running back to you,
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| running back to you
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| running back…
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| And in desperation, Angel
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| I come running home to you
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| running home to you
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| I’ll come running home…
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| My eye have numbed
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| my words have died
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| can’t witness what I’ve become
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| God could burn my eyes
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| I can’t bear you to look at me
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| is there nowhere I can hide
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| I hold on to what you promised me
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| Like some Desperation Angel
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| I come running
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| back to you
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| and in desperation, Angel
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| I’ve come running home to you
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| trust in me my angel
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| you’ll never know what I’ve been through
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| never know what I’ve been through
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| no no, never know what I’ve been through
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| I’m your Desperation Angel
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| I’ve come running home to you
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| and in desperation, Angel
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| I’ve come running back to you
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| running back to you
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| running back to you
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| running back to you
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| running back to you |