Angel
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Night falls the kiss of death my angel speaks with honey lips. I take her hand I start to fall down, down, down the gates of hell open wide. Breathing deep I step inside hold her hand accept the ride. Dawn of morn. I see my sin praying hard to be released again. Night falls the kiss of death my angel speaks with honey lips.
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