Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings.
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Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings.
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Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings.
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Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings.
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We are the faces on the slides, the colors of asphalt, shrouded in mystery,
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Have we grown or given up and where should we wear our wings?
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Downpours, downpours, downpours, downpours drowns the moon,
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It seems to be a lot of people, in fact - a wall.
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Just break it, wake up one day, open your eyes
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And do not remember, step beyond where the secret is the forest.
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Raindrops and what do they want?
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Everyone around seems to be asleep.
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Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings.
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Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings.
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Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings.
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Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings.
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And a flickering light burns inside
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And around there are only boxes of houses,
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Everyone who disappeared among the big cities,
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Looking for a miracle answer to your questions.
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Sleepy lane, the sun sank in it,
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With a light melting rumble, the radiance flashed.
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The shadows of the wings soared into the sky,
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The world has opened up to us.
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Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings.
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Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings.
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Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings.
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Even if you are not an angel, everyone will see your wings. |