LYRIC

In a caustic space
There is no room for us
But without debate
How will we know

I look into your mind’s eye and see
There is nothing there to defend

Ten thousand angels descend with their heads down and hands out
Ten thousand angels descend with their heads down and hands out
And right on; I laid it on

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Ten thousand angels descend with their heads down and hands out
Ten thousand angels descend with their heads down and hands out
And right on; I laid it on

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