| I knock the telephone from the table
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| And the room starts to purr
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| I splash the contents from a drawer
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| A photo, mid-air, starts to twirl, it falls —
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| Why do you always cry when you come to see me?
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| I always die to see you smile
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| You see, I have a secret —
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| That’s why I always smile
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| Yes I know the window’s dirty
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| And I’ve noticed that all the plants are dead
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| Why don’t you ever hear a single word I say?
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| I’ve been trying to tell you, she’s on her way…
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| Angel!
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| I want to introduce you to someone you’ve never met before
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| As you can see she’s very special to me
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| She stretches the skin of her silvery wings
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| Puts her hands through the bars to me
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| She steps through the wall as if it’s a door
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| And I rise from the floor as I did before
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| I knock the 'phone from the table and the room starts purring
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| I smash the contents from a drawer and a photo starts twirling
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| It’s the angel, it’s the angel
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| It’s the angel and me
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| I push the blade into your eye
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| Break the bars, watch you cry, set myself free —
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| It’s the angel and me, and me
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| I run in the wind, I run to the river
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| There’s blood on me, it’s your memory
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| It’s the smile of, It’s the smile of
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| It’s the smile of insanity
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| You fall to the floor as my fist hits your jaw
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| But I don’t cry! |
| I don’t cry!
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| I don’t cry! |
| I don’t care
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| Get your hands off me, get your hands off me
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| Get your hands off me, can’t you see?
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| She’s come for me
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| It’s the angel, it’s the angel, it’s the angel and me
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| It’s the angel, it’s the angel, it’s the angel and me
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| It’s the angel, it’s the angel
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| It’s the angel and me… |