| She runs through the streets
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| So desperately young
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| Her eyes aflame
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| And her mind undone
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| She aches for the songs
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| That will never be sung
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| And the heroes so quickly forgotten
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| She sees a friend
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| In the church yard light
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| Laughin' and jokin'
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| And talkin' to the sky
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| Shots ring out
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| And he hits the ground
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| He never opens his eyes
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| And she cries
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| Heaven is closed to the angels below
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| Streets of gold are now paved with sorrow
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| God only knows what happens to love
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| When the innocence is gone
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| And the war of the angels has begun
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| The ghosts in her head
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| Have faces and names
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| They’re soldiers and children
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| All one in the same
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| In the streets and the alleys
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| Hear the battle cries sound
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| And the angels run for cover
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| As the world comes tumbling down
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| All through the night the battle is fought
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| They can never win back the lives they’ve lost
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| Down on her knees, in the tear stained dawn
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| She just closes her eyes and whispers goodbye
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| Heaven is closed to the angels below
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| Streets of gold are now paved with sorrow
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| God only knows what happens to love
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| When the innocence is gone
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| And the war of the angels is never won
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| Another day in the neighborhood
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| Better dry your eyes and be off to school
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| She packs her lunch and her daddy’s gun
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| Seems much too old to be so young
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| The battle begins the day that you’re born
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| Into this world, so heartsick and war torn
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| Somebody better come and carry her away
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| Maybe this angel will live…
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| To fly again someday
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| Heaven is closed to the angels below
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| Streets of gold are now paved with sorrow
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| God only knows what happens to love
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| When the innocence is gone
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| And the war of the angels rages on
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| Rages on
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| Oh, yeah, yeah |