| In a room without a window, your head starts caving in
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| Your mind takes you to places, that it’s never been
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| In a house without a hallway, there’s nothing more to see
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| Four walls full of pickup sticks and atrophy
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| Where the sun shines bright and I don’t have to lock my door
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| Where the moon is full and I’m not tired, anymore
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| Where angels carry me along the way
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| Where I can close my eyes at night and pray
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| Where angels sit and watch me while I look up to the sky
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| Where angels carry me along the way
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| In a grave without a body, the worms lay all alone
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| This room is a tomb, it is my home
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| In a song without a meaning, your mind starts going blank
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| Send in reinforcements, we need a tank
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| Where the sun shines bright and I don’t have to lock my door
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| Where the moon is full and I’m not tired, anymore
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| Where angels carry me along the way
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| Where I can close my eyes at night and pray
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| Where angels sit and watch me while I look up to the sky
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| Where angels carry me along the way
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| Spread your wings around me, take me higher into the air
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| Free prisoners from shackles, teach them they should not despair
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| In time we all will know, our destination, which way we will go
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| Where angels carry me along the way
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| Where I can close my eyes at night and pray
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| Where angels sit and watch me while I look up to the sky
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| Where angels carry me along the way |