All Angels Gone

This Is Not America

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    And now it seems there's no one left alive
    And it seems that killing is my pride
    The Sun is out but the sky is grey
    These weathered mornings are here to stay
    And I am sick of praying
    Don't understand a word of what I'm saying

    We were the fools who thought that we would last
    Now it's all gone
    It's all in the past
    This is the end
    This is goodbye
    All angels gone
    No tears left to cry

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    My hands are tight
    My feet are cold
    My heart is pounding beyond control
    And I am sick of praying
    Don't understand a word of what I'm saying

    So close your eyes
    It's all the same
    Nothing has changed
    No one to blame
    And we did nothing
    We were just passing time
    Adding hours on hours
    Turning weeks into years

    My lips are dry
    I'm short of breath
    Seems I am closing in on terrible death
    But I am sick of praying
    Don't understand a word of what I'm saying

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    Composition: Claes Bang

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