| When the angels came down did they give you a choice
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| Would they have let you stay where you were?
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| Not to live here in pain, should not bring you shame
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| And the light is so hard to deter
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| Did the gates of Heaven look just as you thought?
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| Did sister Mary describe them quite well?
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| Years of Catholic school were all good to you because
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| You were the angel who fell.
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| I am the one who will never die young
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| I am a martyr and I can not hide
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| But I’m not a winner, I’m just brilliantly bitter
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| I’m sealed by my skin, but broken inside
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| Angels are fragile and devils are hot
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| And life is a masquerade
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| Colors will blend and hearts will all mend
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| Just tell me you were never afraid
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| I am the one who will never die young
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| I am a martyr and I can not hide
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| But I’m not a winner, I’m just brilliantly bitter
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| I’m sealed by my skin, but broken inside
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| And there are babies laughing and children running
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| Saying «read me a book, sing me a song»
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| And I was the one who I felt so so sorry for
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| But you are the one who is gone
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| So will you save me a seat if I make it that far?
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| Will you even know that I am the one?
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| I will be old for the angels have told me
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| That I will never die young.
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| 'Cause I am the one who will never die young
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| I am a martyr and I can not hide
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| But I’m not a winner, I’m just brilliantly bitter
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| I’m sealed by my skin, but broken inside…
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| And I will be old for the angels have told me that I —
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| Will never die young… |