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Better parted I see people crying Truth gets harder There's no sense in lying Help me find a way from this maze I can't help myself When I see tenderness before you left That even breaking up was never meant But only angels look before they tread Better parted I see people hiding Speech gets harder There's no sense in writing Help me find a way from this maze I'm living in another world to you And I can't help myself Did I see tenderness where you saw hell Did I see angels in the hand I held God only knows what kind of tale you'd tell From Letras Mania