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Angel, Don’t Go
Saints and angels, please hold me up
Before I spill all the light out of this cup
Come gather round me with unseen hands
Come gather round and let me know
Angel, don’t go
I can’t see your face at night, no, there’s nothing to see
Broken stories, broken words, silent songs is all I know how to be
But sometimes I feel you rustling through my hair
I feel you, but I just don’t know
Angel, don’t go
In a faithless world, it’s hard to exist
Unless somebody important has got you on the right list
They congregate with unseeing eyes
Their congregation is just a show
Angel, don’t go
I dream about deserts and I dream about feasts
One thing I never dreamed about is keeping my own seat
Do I stand with anybody? Do I stand alone?
Standing up can make both friend and foe
Angel, don’t go
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