| This is an open letter, a letter to you
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| We all long for better, better for you
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| Hope you leave your black days on a torn-up page
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| This is a letter, this is a letter to you
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| When there’s no light, it seems, only broken dreams
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| Hang on to your words, there’ll be a turning of the leaves
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| So many angels, no robes, no golden wings
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| Some angels live amongst us who are known for better things
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| This is an open letter, a letter to you
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| We all long for better, better for you
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| Hope you leave your black days on a torn-up page
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| This is a letter, this is a letter to you
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| A life once lost, no bridge found in the flood
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| Cross this great divide, fears overcome
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| So many angels, no robes, no golden wings
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| Some angels live amongst us who are known for better things
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| This is an open letter, a letter to you
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| This is a letter, this is a letter to you
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| This is an open letter, a letter to you
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| We all long for better, better for you
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| Hope you leave your black days on a torn-up page
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| This is a letter, this is a letter to you
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| This is an open letter
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| We all long for better
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| This is an open letter
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| We all long for better
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| This is a letter to you |