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my little angel, don't cry to deep

in this room, my baby falls asleep

to things,

one day the time will be right

we won't have to fight

we'll hold our heads up high

and drift into the night sky

can't be held responsible

everything was just right

the winter gets colder

and in our beds we lay

lives get a little bolder

and our sins make us die

to things,

one day we will be right

never had to fight

we'll hold our heads up high

and sift into the sky

can't be held responsible

i never left your sight

and when the walls come tumbling down

when the walls, come crashing down

i'll be your butterfly, i'll be your wings

i'll get you high, and take away the pain