the wreckge

    of your silent reverie

    you＆#039；re in the rms of the ngel

    my you find some comfort here

    so tired of the stright line

    nd everywhere you turn

    there＆#039；s vultures nd thieves t your bck

    nd the storm keeps on twisting

    you keep on building the lie

    tht you mke up for ll tht you lck

    it don＆#039；t mke no difference

    escping one lst time

    it＆#039；s esier to believe in this sweet mdness oh

    this glorious sdness tht brings me to my knees

    in the rms of n ngel

    fly wy from here

    from this drk cold hotel room

    nd the endlessness tht you fer

    you re pulled from the wreckge

    of your silent reverie

    you＆#039；re in the rms of the ngel

    my you find some comfort here

    you＆#039；re in the rms of the ngel

    my you -->>

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