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I am the Angel you are the hands that grab me I am forgotten and you are alone justification- perfect stimulation make me a treasure... make me a gun I am the mountain that watches the valley pretending the answer lies under my thumb I am your secret that makes you feel stronger that makes you act colder when I'm around I am the Angel you are the hatred that has sipped my blood and broken my wing I am forgotten but you are forgiven still I long for the sleep that never comes to me I am empty... I am cold... I am cold... From Letras Mania