| The Angel |
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| They call her the angel The one with all the pain inside She takes on their pain So it has no where left to hide When they ask of her sorrow She tries to let it slide Because she's come here for them So they can push their pain aside They can live on happily Not knowing the nights she's cried So they call her their angel She's the one holding all their pain inside |
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