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Angels in my ear are singing
Ghosts are walking through the door
Teardrops from my veins are stinging
There's a bottle on the floor
Voices tell me that I'm sinning
And my ears are getting sore
Something in my mind is spinning
And I'm laying on the floor
Angels voices now are thinning
Crimson waves upon the shore
In the ocean I am swimming
There's a bloodstain on the floor
Ghosts are walking through the door
Teardrops from my veins are stinging
There's a bottle on the floor
Voices tell me that I'm sinning
And my ears are getting sore
Something in my mind is spinning
And I'm laying on the floor
Angels voices now are thinning
Crimson waves upon the shore
In the ocean I am swimming
There's a bloodstain on the floor
Lyrics submitted by edge4552
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