Shadow of the Angel

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Wearing your wings
I cried in vain
For centuries to come
I watched you fall in hell

No more time
No more clocks
My head it’s itching
Go back to the floor

Turn on the lights in my head
And switch me for another being
My corpse is getting old
My mind is fragile and weak

Just one kiss
One last thing
A hug or a touch
A dagger or a rose

A last pray for my soul
Give me anything you choose
I need your eyes to live
I need your heart to eat

Cut my wings off
And lay me down
I want to sleep forever now
And forget your whole self tonight

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