Angels in the sky
look upon me as I lie
Within the arms of death himself
and cross themselves just for my health.
They pray I leave and tell him bye
before my heart I let him buy
With words of love that doesn't exist
for things he says that I might miss.
Those angels cry
rivers of tears
for my heart
that is not here
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