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In The Arms Of The Angel 
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by Sarah Mclachlan
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Spend all your waiting for second chance
For the break that will it ok
There's always some reason
To not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll some peace tonight
In the of the Angel, fly from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel
May you some here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
Don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the of the Angel, far away from here
From dark, hotel room
And the that you fear
You are pulled the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
In the of the Angel
May you comfort here
In the arms of the Angel
May you find here
For the break that will it ok
There's always some reason
To not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll some peace tonight
In the of the Angel, fly from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel
May you some here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
Don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the of the Angel, far away from here
From dark, hotel room
And the that you fear
You are pulled the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
In the of the Angel
May you comfort here
In the arms of the Angel
May you find here
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