| The day God closed her eyes
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| My mother says
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| She felt twenty angels
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| That came through the window and helped him to fly
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| My sisters wept and I stepped
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| Further from faith
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| The most beautiful sky turned to grey
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| But hey, the memories seem real
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| It’s been years since I’ve prayed
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| Still insisting
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| That I don’t want to feel
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| Like you feel
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| I set it all on fire
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| And watched the walls collapse
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| I stand alone and tired
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| Now I want it back
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| And even if everyone is a liar
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| I don’t want to be
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| Within this silent choir
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| I want to believe
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| In something
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| I want to believe in something
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| When I close my eyes
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| Will they come for me
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| Will you not believe that I
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| I’ve learned how to fly
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| Will I still be singing
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| Somewhere in heaven
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| I wonder if angels can cry
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| I hope they come for me
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| I hope I see something
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| I hope that I
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| Walk into the white light
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| Walk into the white light
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| I set it all on fire
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| And watched the walls collapse
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| I stand alone and tired
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| Now I want it back
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| Even if everyone is a liar
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| I don’t want to be
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| Within this silent choir
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| I want to believe
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| In something
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| In something
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| I want to believe
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| To believe in something
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| I said I
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| I set it all on fire
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| And watched the walls collapse
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| I stand alone and tired
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| Now I want it back
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| And even if everyone is a liar
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| I don’t want to be
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| Within this silent choir
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| I want to believe
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| I want to believe in something
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| I want to believe in something
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| I want to believe in something
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| But God closed her eyes
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| I want to believe in something
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| I want to believe in something
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| I want to believe in something
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| But God closed her eyes
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| I want to believe in something
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| I want to believe in something
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| I want to believe in something
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| But God closed her eyes
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| We all want to believe in something
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| I want to believe
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| In something |