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"Angel" - Sung by Sarah McLachlan

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
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for a break that would make it okay
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there's always one reason to feel not good enough
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and it's hard at the end of the day
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I need some distraction
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oh beautiful release
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memory seeps from my veins
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let me be empty or weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
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 In the arms of the angel
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fly away from here from this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear
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you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
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you're in the arms of the angel
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may you find some comfort here
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 So tired of the straight line
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and everywhere you turn
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there's vultures and thieves at your back
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and the storm keeps on twisting
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you keep on building the lies that you make up for all that you lack
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it don't make no difference escape one last time
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 it's easier to believe oh in this sweet madness oh, this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
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