| Have you seen the midnight angel
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| Walking slowly down the street?
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| You can see her eyes are flashing
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| But they say she never speaks
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| And the story goes, she lost her way
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| But I think she lost her faith
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| There’s a lot of souls go missing here
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| It’s not safe
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| Have you seen the midnight angel?
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| Well, I hear she’s done it all
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| Made a fool of politicians
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| And the law as I recall
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| There was no one who could teach her right
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| 'Cause they all had moved away
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| There’s a lot of souls go missing here
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| Every day
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| Those stupid questions won’t help the flood
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| Of good intentions, misunderstood
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| But still the footsteps of life go on
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| And we embrace it until it’s gone
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| She played it hard in the glare of the crowd
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| And now there’s nowhere to run
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| Have you seen the midnight angel?
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| She’ll be standing by the wall
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| Like an enemy assassin
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| Had to learn to take the fall
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| Tries to memorise their faces well
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| But they all come out the same
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| There’s a lot of souls go missing here
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| Lost in vain
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| Have you seen the midnight angel?
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| Every night she gets reborn
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| She don’t celebrate the passing
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| Turns away and takes the scorn
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| Like a pharaoh’s gold, Egyptian queen
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| Disappears without a trace
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| There’s a lot of souls go missing here
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| In this place
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| Those stupid questions won’t help the flood
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| Of good intentions, misunderstood
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| But still the footsteps of life go on
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| And we embrace it until it’s gone
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| She played it hard in the glare of the crowd
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| And now there’s nowhere to run
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| Did you read the midnight angel
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| Couldn’t show her face tonight?
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| There’s a body in the water
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| And there’s blood on someone’s knife
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| But the story will be swept away
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| Just to keep somebody clean
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| There’s a lot of souls go missing here
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| So it seems
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| Have you seen the midnight angel
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| Walking slowly down the street?
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| You can see her eyes are flashing
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| But they say she never speaks |