Not always proud of my choises
I’ve been told so many times
I’ve been warned by a million voices
I don’t read between the lines
The devil on my shoulder
Tells me what to do
I am floating in the river of sin no other place to go
I’m glad the Angels don’t know
Cause that would make them cry
That would make them cry
I’m glad the Angels don’t know
About us, about us
Lying by the gates of heaven
I’m under your spell
The reward for the truth
A ticket straight to hell
Another deadly sin
Another painful lie
Another poor victim of lies that we left out there to die
I’m glad the Angels don’t know
Cause that would make them cry
That would make them cry
I’m glad the Angels don’t know
Anout us, about us…
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