There's a time for grown up boys
To make a mess of pretty things
To lose yourself and find
peace in your goodbye
I lost my faith in you
Too distant dreams of [bad word] Nothing here redeemes me
No angels to release me
 [bad word] 
I dream of fallen angels
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I dream of fallen angels
Touching me

The shadows bury me [bad word] memories
Hopes for inside
My angels call goodbyes
You lost that photo-album smile
To memories fadded,fadded,fading...
Shall we fade child?