I had a plan, was all made up
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an angel was sent, for keeping all troubles away.
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'Cause lady and I, we could not stop
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as cool as a sigh, as volatile as something you say.
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I had a dream, a simple plot
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I held out my hand as if she'd never pushed it away.
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The sun is still there, except it's not
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beside her I care to linger even though it's not safe.
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Godawful I adore you
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angels were there before you
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nothing can stop what we do
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it's breaking us up in two.
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Hey maybe should we ask it
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could our friends be worthier.
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Like things we trust for if we must
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We must burn them.
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And burn them good, real friends they would
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be understanding if it came to us
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and us we must we must turn to
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the God of small things.
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The God of small things.
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I had a plan, was all made up,
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as good it was then the magic hour seemed to be fading.
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'Cause lady and I we could not stop
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as cool as a sigh, as murderous as something you say.
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Godawful I adore you
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angels were there before you
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nothing can stop what we do
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it's breaking us up in two.
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There is room if you can trust|
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for anyone like us.
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The Magic Hour
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| dEUS |
