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Where your angel always flies
And where the sun will never rise
Although each day I know it tries
Now you're gone my mind is wise
You bought about your own demise
Why did I believe your lies?
Your son, at night, he always cries
Your mum, at home, she always tries
But sitting here I wish to die
And hope there'll be no more goodbyes.