Сиквел об ангелах....


So you feel entitled to a sense of control
And make decisions that you think are your own
You are a stranger here, why have you come
Why have you come, lift me higher, let me look at the sun
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Look at the sun and once I hear them clearly say
Who who are you really?
And where are you going?
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Well I've got nothing left to prove
Cause I've got nothing left to lose
See me bare my teeth for you
Who who are you?
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