| A sculpture of angel in ice stands before me.
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| The more I hold her the more she melts away.
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| She’s a sculpture of an angel in ice, just not made for me.
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| So sad as she left, she said «please don’t wait»
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| But I still hear her whispers carried in the breeze,
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| Saying, «baby, lets live while our souls are still free.»
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| But I’m down on my knees, crushed to the floor,
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| Screaming surrender like never before,
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| I knew it was wrong, still trying to hold on.
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| And I’m down on my knees, with myself to blame.
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| All my faith was in pieces, like a broken glass,
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| As I tried to collect it, I cut myself.
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| After time all the pieces were all replaced,
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| As my love for her faded, to the silent place.
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| But I still hear her whispers carried in the breeze,
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| Saying, «baby, lets live while our souls are still free.»
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| But I’m down on my knees, close to the floor,
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| Screaming surrender like never before,
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| I knew it was wrong, still trying to hold on.
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| But I’m down on my knees, with myself to blame,
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| Cause I’m too weak to blow out the flame.
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| I’m still trying to hold on.
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| Still trying to hold,
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| Still trying to hold on.
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| So lets live while our souls are still free.
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| But I’m down on my knees, with myself to blame.
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| Cause I’m too weak to blow out this flame. |