An angel enters in a skull in her hand
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Casket for a purse hoping to reverse
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Scars that life can leave hidden up her sleave
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Performs a silent mass to purify the past
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This blackened heart wears virgin white
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Oppression lit by candlelight
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But then you change before my eyes
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I see your face as I am looking through the lens
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No more disgrace as I am looking through the lens
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An angel sits alone, awaiting kodachrome
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Striking dark facade to pose for for other gods
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Take off the mask that hides the fears
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Those nightmares of abusive years
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And then you change before my eyes
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I see your face as I am looking through the lens
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No more disgrace as I am looking through the lens
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I see beyond the painted walls of your defense
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I see your face as I am looking through the lens
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An angel for a day, she turns to fly away
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Removes the wedding gown, there'll be no hiding now
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And then you'll change before my eyes
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The Lens
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Galactic Cowboys |