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The seas part when they hit the floor,
the voices carry on and out the door.
Everything you touch turns into gold.
Like the angel you are, left creating a lightness in my chest.
Your eyes they penetrate me, your answers always maybe.
That's when I got up and left.
the voices carry on and out the door.
Everything you touch turns into gold.
Like the angel you are, left creating a lightness in my chest.
Your eyes they penetrate me, your answers always maybe.
That's when I got up and left.
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