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The rain swept across my tracks
Mislead me in the chaotic feeling
I groaned sickly
Trying to survive with broken hearts that start to freeze

Looking for a speck of light in the darkness of my life
So God gave me a little spirit
So I keep smiling
Behind his moody sky

It's covered in an orange sky
I complained about my heart
Wishing the twilight wind to caress and calm me down
As the tears begin to drip

I tried to dance
Entertain yourself a lonely heart
With the void of life
I painted my dreams above my sadness
And hope
There will be an angel of the Lord who picks me up
Takes me flying away from the cracks of my life and heart,
In this city.

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