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Exile
Fragments of my life are slipping through time
In washed out memories I just can't seem to find...
It seems I break all my fragile dreams
when I call the angel into me.
So what have I done? What have I done?
Have I made you proud or have I driven you away?
Her eyes are complicated. Silently she slips away,
And in her wake I find a cascade of regret...
All that I believe in, the anchors in my heart,
Cannot be for nothing. But we still stand apart...
In silence.
It seems I break All my fragile dreams
when I call The Angels back to me.
So what have I done? What have I done?
When time has claimed my fire and left me in Exile.
Shadows cross in essence as part of what I am,
When you try to see the Angel. Standing like a man.
Paper hearts and faded pictures that we cherish
all the while, and guard of distant forests,
Raining tears placed in Exile.
What have I done? Who have I become?
Though these words may come alive...
Poets and prophets die...
God are you sleeping?
God are you dreaming?
Are you watching me tonight?
Finding tears to mark the time?
God are you sleeping?
God are you dreaming?
Are you crying for my life?
Falling Angels in Exile.
God are you sleeping?
Never give up.
God are you dreaming?
Never give in.
There is fight within.
Do you hear me in the dark?
God are you sleeping?
Never give up.
God are you dreaming?
Never give in.
There is fight within.
And I long to see your smile...
What have I done? Who have I become?
Though these words may come alive...
Poets and prophets...
Die.
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Die.
Poets and prophets...
Though these words may come alive...
What have I done? Who have I become?
And I long to see your smile...
There is fight within.
Never give in.
God are you dreaming?
Never give up.
God are you sleeping?
Do you hear me in the dark?
There is fight within.
Never give in.
God are you dreaming?
Never give up.
God are you sleeping?
Falling Angels in Exile.
Are you crying for my life?
God are you dreaming?
God are you sleeping?
Finding tears to mark the time?
Are you watching me tonight?
God are you dreaming?
God are you sleeping?
Poets and prophets die...
Though these words may come alive...
What have I done? Who have I become?
Raining tears placed in Exile.
all the while, and guard of distant forests,
Paper hearts and faded pictures that we cherish
When you try to see the Angel. Standing like a man.
Shadows cross in essence as part of what I am,
When time has claimed my fire and left me in Exile.
So what have I done? What have I done?
when I call The Angels back to me.
It seems I break All my fragile dreams
In silence.
Cannot be for nothing. But we still stand apart...
All that I believe in, the anchors in my heart,
And in her wake I find a cascade of regret...
Her eyes are complicated. Silently she slips away,
Have I made you proud or have I driven you away?
So what have I done? What have I done?
when I call the angel into me.
It seems I break all my fragile dreams
In washed out memories I just can't seem to find...
Fragments of my life are slipping through time
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