In youth I felt like an angel,
But angels always fall first.
And now I’m just a lone stranger
Who’s dying in cold eyes’ frost.
Can’t hear the outside world’s screaming
Or follow the grey common streams.
You know, I’m not just day-dreaming
But living inside my dreams…
In youth I felt like an angel...
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