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DIRTY ANGELS

TRUST IS SUCH A DIRTY WORD,

JUST FOR YOU TO THROW ABOUT AS YOU DO,

HOW COULD YOU USE SUCH A DIRTY WORD? AND TOWARDS ME,

WHEN THROUGH IT ALL, IT WAS THE DIRT IT LEFT UPON YOU,

EVEN ANGELS AINT THAT WHITE,

SO WHITE THAT THE TRUTH DOES NOT SHOW,

AS ANGELS LIE, THATS THE THING,

DIRTY ANGELS WE WILL NEVER KNOW,

ONLY THE WHITER OF WHITES ARE THE LIES,

THEY COME THROUGH FOR ALL TO SEE,

LITTLE WHITE LINES OF STORIES TOLD,

WHAT WAS THE MORAL , AND WHY WOULD YOU FLEE,

FROM ALL THE DIRT TRUTH BRINGS

SO MANY LIES THAT COME THROUGH,

I WONDER WHO SHOULD BE WASHED,

WASHING ME, WASHING YOU,

THE WATERS  SWOLLOW WHOLE,

ALL THE DIRT THAT WINGS CAN BRING,

THE WATERS OF ALL OUR TEARS

WASH AWAY ALL THE LIES THAT SING,

SING TO ME MY PRETTY,

SING OF LOVE AND HATE,

LET THE TEARS OF JOY RUN THROUGH,

BEFORE ITS LEFT TO LATE,

 



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