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Angels Cry

Once there was a girl

Made of diamonds and pearls

With brightest eyes and a wideopen mind

Walking on lightest of feet 

On egg shells she's treading us by

 

With broken wings she still tried to fly

Holding pride and honour far too high

 

Hold a light in the dark 

Where the Angels Cry tonight

Who would bring her the spark 

Just tell her where the angels cry 

Well, she's my friend

 

If the sun was never 

 never to rise again

Burdened by gravity change

All you hear 

are echoes in your head

 

With broken wings you still try to fly

Holding pride and honour far too high

 

Hold a light in the dark 

Where the Angels Cry tonight

Who would bring her the spark 

Just tell her where the angels cry 

Well, She's my friend

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Where the Angels Cry

Where the Angels Cry

Where the Angels Cry

 

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