There's no angels left in this scene
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We both landed somewhere in
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between
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You can't teach cause you'll never
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learn
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There's nothing left, there's no return
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The more you talk the less it means
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And what I want's not what I need
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While we're flesh and blood and I
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still bleed
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I know you're bad for me
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But maybe on the streets of glory
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See you on the streets of glory
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It may hurt of leave but it's worse to hold your hand
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The shattered glass it falls upon places
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where you stand
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I will be your momento mori
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While you hide behind all your made
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up stories
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The more you talk, the less it means
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And what I want's not what I need
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While we're flesh and blood and I
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still bleed
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I know you're bad for me
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But maybe on the streets of glory
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See you on the streets of glory
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Maybe one day
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I see you on those streets
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All those glittering streets
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Streets of glory
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And you take my hand
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Take me down to the river
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Wash my sins away
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And you'll come with me
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Won't you take my hand
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Meet me on the streets of glory
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See you on the streets of glory
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Streets Of Glory
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| Paloma Faith |
