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excerpted from Angel, by Sarah McLachlan
You spend all that time waiting for that second chance
For that break that would make it okay
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day....
I need some distraction!
Oh, beautiful release.
Memories seep from my veins.
Let me be empty! Oh, and weightless, and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel, fly away from here....
In this dark, cold [residence] room,
and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel...
May you find some comfort here.