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Are those real angels in the magazines?
Oh is there a heaven? You'd know now you've been
Oh are those real stars, that hang in the sky?
Or are they man-made? a trick of the light?
Amen,
Amen,
Amen, Amen.
And is there a God up there if so then where does he hide?
'Cause the Devil is raging, inside my mind
And is there a moment, when it all makes sense?
When saying goodbye doesn't feel like the end? Amen,
Amen,
Amen, Amen.
And Sometimes I can't help blaming you,
For leaving me here, what am I supposed to do?
There's Plenty of women, there's drink and there's drugs,
But we both know, that won't be enough,
'Cause I see you in the daytime and I hear you at night,
There's a pale imitation, that burns in my eyes
I don't want to be here, I don't know what to do,
Sometimes I'd rather be dead, at least then I'm with you!
Amen!
Amen!
Amen, Amen, Amen Amen,
Amen, Amen, Amen!