*Angels* I sit and wait does an angel contemplate my fate and do they know the places where we go when we´re grey and old ´cos I´ve been told that salvation lets their wings unfold so when I’m lying in my bed thoughts running through my head and I feel that love is dead I’m loving angels instead and through it all she offers me

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