I watch this angel fall slowly From grace into my arms Heavenly wings black and torn. So cold and barely breathing From my fingers to the grave, a long nite waits A touch to shake you from the inside A long nite waits Help me find the strength to cut the damaged pieces clean and take you somewhere safe so you can see. I've got a laundry list of violations to carry out In your sweet name. To cary out in your sweet name. I've only just begun to tear it all down around me

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