Another wasted moment realising we're not real. Can you hear the angels calling when night is young and silence comes? you touch my face and I break down. Dreaming on, tonight we're safe and free under the wings in the safest place I close my eyes for a while and you are there, we fly behind the stars where the distance ends... Tonight...I'm sleeping with eyes wide open, you''re my eyes when I am not there, these everlasting angels calling, it can't be real, this must be a dream, you touch my face, you set me free... When night is young and silence comes, you touch my face and I break down, this can't be real, this must be a dream, you touch my face, you set me free...
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