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Evidence, item number one Was the quietude she didn't choose Speechless in the face of my suspicion Where did all the words go? To where the wind blows Angel, she's an angel Though, she might be, I should have put it Angel, no doubt an angel Though she might be just slightly promiscuous Evidence, item number two She looked away, in no good way She broke free from the chains of freedom And got hurt in a planned accident Angel, she's an angel Though, she might be, or did I put it? Angel, no doubt an angel Though she might be just slightly promiscuous From Letras Mania