| Lay dagger-dead inside a lonely bed
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| Trying to hide the hole inside my head
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| Watching the stars slide down to reach their end
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| 'Cause sleep is not my friend
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| Drinking champagne to forget yesterday
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| 'Cause I remember the way, the way, the way
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| It ended the day, the day, the day, the day
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| That I walked away, away, away, away
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| Drinking champagne made by the angel
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| Who goes by the name of Glittering Gabriel
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| Drinking champagne made of an angel’s
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| Tears and pain, but I feel celestial
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| Elderly stars slide down the morning sky
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| Slipping away to find a place to die
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| I wonder when the night will reach its end
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| 'Cause sleep is not my friend
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| Drinking champagne meant for a wedding
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| Toast to the bride, a fairytale ending
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| Drinking champagne, a bottle to myself
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| Savour the taste of fabricated wealth
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| Drinking champagne made by the angel
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| Who goes by the name of Glittering Gabriel
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| Drinking champagne made of an angel’s
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| Tears and pain, but I feel celestial
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| Celestial, celestial, celestial
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| Drinking champagne made by the angel
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| Who goes by the name of Glittering Gabriel
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| Drinking champagne made of an angel’s
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| Tears and pain, but I feel celestial
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| Drinking champagne made by the angel
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| Who goes by the name of Glittering Gabriel
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| Drinking champagne made of an angel’s
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| Tears and pain, but I feel celestial |