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Saturday felt like October Red on the ground, blue in the sky We are on fire for the wrong reasons Fists in my hands, tears in my eyes But I should be off somewhere feeding the angels Who will take care of them while I'm away It's not that they can't live without me I know that, but they seem to appreciate it When I stay... I don't cry very easy Truth be told, I don't, I don't bruise at all It's not that my skin isn't fragile Sometimes I do, I do hit the wall Tell him I'm off somewhere feeding the angels The angels still love me even when I am bad And my shame is like coal and They're making him diamonds I don't make them cry out, And I don't make them feel sad... Saturday felt like a threshold I walked through now, And now I can't turn around Letras de canciones I should be off somewhere feeding the angels The angels still love me even when I am bad And my shame is like coal and They're making him diamonds I don't make them cry out, I don't make them feel sad... I don't make them feel sad... From Letras Mania