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Empty room courses my veins-
The urgency to find relief.
But my mind it tells me to hold on to a better thought.
Holy rage of youth, it hurts to bring myself back to you.

Oh, so I cry my eyes out
Being human in the flesh on angel route.

Oh, and it’s so easy to play the fool
But it’s so hard to say, my love, that I am lost
And needing your grace,
And needing your grace.

Oh, so I cry my eyes out
Being human in the flesh on angel route.
Woe, must I be alone on this path,
Given my tendency to break down?

Oh, and it’s so easy to play the fool
But it’s so hard to say, my love, that I am lost
And needing your grace,
And needing your grace.

I feel your cool on the back of my mind
And I know that you care,
That you’re with me somehow.