Heaven made a killing
well, they're an angel more
and we're an angel less
Faith had made arrangements
played a hand again
now the one I loves a mess
Tell your mother why you cried
Can't she hear your sorrow sigh?
Sister sleeping in the breeze
you're all she ever sees
Laid to rest the tears
wailing time from they
but it is not now to know
If she falls I'll catch her
and though I made her weak
I hold her off the ground
Tell your mother why you cried
Can't she hear your sorrow sigh?
Sister sleeping in the breeze
you're all she ever sees
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