| Send me a convoy of angels
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| Send me a convoy of angels
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| Send me a convoy of angels
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| Told by a man in all white
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| Of cancers that breed in the night
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| A word that I’ve heard, that seems so absurd
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| Praying with all that I’ve got
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| But never believed much in god
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| I contemplate life, with a flash in my eyes
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| It crushes my mother, but I swear that I’ll fight
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| I’ll fight
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| Someone send me a convoy of angels
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| Send me a convoy of angels
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| And give me a sign that god is alive
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| And cure my infection with the will to survive
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| Resorting to take their advice
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| Unconscious and under the knife
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| Two weeks and I’ll know hell in the unknown
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| When they diagnose me, I know I’m not alone
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| Not alone
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| Someone send me a convoy of angels
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| Send me a convoy of angels
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| And give me a sign that god is alive
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| And cure my infection with the will to survive
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| With the will to survive
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| My fears show in my dreams
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| A blind man came to me with visions
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| «I will test you against your mind rise or lose sight»
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| And I will fight
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| Someone send me a convoy of angels
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| Send me a convoy of angels
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| And give me a sign that God is alive
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| Cure my infection with the will to survive
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| Send me a convoy of angels
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| Send me a convoy of angels
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| And give me a sign that I’ll be alive
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| Cure my infection with the will to survive |