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Angela

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Someone falls to pieces
Sleeping all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
To finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
And catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave

And to be yourself is all that you can do


Someone finds salvation in everyone
Another only pain
Someone tries to hide himself
Down inside himself he prays
Someone swears his true love
Until the end of time
Another runs away
Separate or united
Healthy or insane

And to be yourself is all that you can do
 

Even when you've paid enough
Been pulled apart or been held up
Every single memory of the good or bad
Faces of luck
Don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright
You may win or lose..

But to be yourself is all that you can do

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Sarah Mc Lachlan - "Angel" lyric

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it OK

There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins

Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
 
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
 
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back

The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe

In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
 
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
 
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
Mare
 
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