The Unfairness Of Angels

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 When I wake up
So you think I made it up? But I think that's tough, I just want to hear the sound of your voice when I wake up.

Could be a human disguise, but it's not lies. But the years have made me change, I don't know if I am that strange. But I wont be round up, cause I am not making it up. I just want to hear the sound of your voice, when I wake up.

You just took away all my fears, wiped away my tears, but I see you, I feel you, it's not made up, I just want to hear the sound of your voice when I wake up.



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