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Arms of the Angel  

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance.
For a break that would make it okay.
There's always some reason to feel not good enough.
And it's hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction ,oh, a beautiful release.
Memories seep from my wains.
Let me be empty ,oh, and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight.

In the arms of the angel.
Fly 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.
Your in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.

So tired of the straight line, and every where you turn, there's vultures and thieves at you back.
The storm keep 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.
Fly 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.
Your in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.

Your in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.

People always leave