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I'll hold your tears as a ransom Within the palm of my hand, And tell you once again, Don't tell me that you're scared... Wake, wake, wake her From this sea of white linens and Extract the drugs from her dreams And sew her seams with delicateness, 'Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that I live for, You'd kill for, The angels would die for. And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings, They whispered, They whispered... I'll hold your tears as a ransom Within the palm of my hand And tell you once again Don't tell me that you're scared Alert the sawbones, Tell them that she's not scared. She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers. Wake the angels Tell them that she's not scared Letras de cancionesShe won't be taking the next flight out of here. This is only a test, she said, Broadcasting from hospital beds. With a relic in her right hand, She rushes to the front line, Stricken by the wounds across her chest The angels swear she's blessed with this medical test That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for We die for, I know that she's bound for. And with a subtle wink and a mother's instinct. She whispered, She whispered... The angels dressed for the wake But she sent them home. With a handful of bullet shells. From Letras Mania