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  1. Live in virtue, no desire
    In the grave an angel's choir
    You look to heaven and wonder why
    No one can see them in the sky

    Just as the clouds have gone to sleep
    Angels can be seen in heaven's keep
    Alone in fear they question why
    Goddamn not an angel when I die

    Angels live, they never die
    Apart from us, behind the sky
    They're fading souls who've turned to ice
    So ashen white in paradise

    Just as the clouds have gone to sleep
    Angels can be seen in heaven's keep
    Alone in fear they question why
    Goddamn not an angel when I die

    Goddamn an angel when I die
    Heaven must be hell in the sky

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