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Falling from heaven down to hell
Kills the angel more than anyone can tell
Her heart now black and cold as stone
She has no one to make her own

She finds love every now and then
Knowing she cannot seem to keep men
They tell her what she wants to hear
Every word they say is so dear

One day when she finds true love
Her wings will be pure like a dove
She will come back from hell
And be the angel no one will fail