| Go to sleep, my dead end angel
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| Say goodnight to your precious one
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| For I know you’re empty-handed
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| And all the police carry guns
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| Whisper to me in the morning
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| And I’ll kiss your blues away
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| For I know your body’s aching
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| And the lynch mob’s on the way
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| Just to hear your footsteps
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| Climbing up the stairs
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| Just to live one single day
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| Without a single care
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| Go to sleep, my dead end angel
|
| Say goodnight to your precious one
|
| For I know you’re empty-handed
|
| And all the police carry guns
|
| Just to hear your footsteps
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| Climbing up the stairs
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| Just to live one single day
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| Without a single care
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| Go to sleep, my dead end angel
|
| Say goodnight to your precious one
|
| For I know you’re empty-handed
|
| And all the police carry guns
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| And all the police carry guns |