| Play me a symphony, my darling
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| Strings and brass move for you
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| Your heart stay open to whoever’s holding
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| Death he calls and begs for you
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| And if your luck begins to change
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| Got plenty of time to change your ways
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| Change your ways, change your ways
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| Where will you go when the curtains close?
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| Lights come up as you arrive
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| Follow the voice that seems to guide you home
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| Death he pleads, begs for you
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| Begging for you
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| And if your luck begins to change
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| Got plenty of time to change your ways
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| Change your ways, change your ways
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| I lay here broken on the floor
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| Never bother you no more
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| Turning cold yeah
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| Is my angel holding?
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| As my spirit starts to rise
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| Colors slipping from my eyes
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| Gotta know is my angel holding?
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| I lay here broken on the floor
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| Never bother you no more
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| Turning cold yeah
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| Is my angel holding?
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| As my spirit starts to rise
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| Colors slipping from my eyes
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| Gotta know is my angel holding? |