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Angels choir

That our world is cynical every day

But let me begin here and now

I just want to live my life

And is not a Cold  deamon

Do you hear my breath

Feel my pulse beating really

This is not for fun

This is me and I want it all now

Ego trip that was what I heard

But I’m not in helpless state

So I usually ask to God let me fall

And land on Angel’s wings

Do not let your hands on me

Are as charmed by her bosom

It’s Angel choir’s voice I hear