I'm just looking for the right way to do this, cause she was born too be the angel I would know as my own and hold as tight as the breeze... waiting like the dawn how it aches to meet the day, I like to think you and I can be friends... I'd hold you're hand and you'd look pretty are you the girl Jesus was saving me for, to whoever you are I'm sorry I'm this way, sometimes I wonder if God thinks the same, I keep asking for an angel that don't mind, that helps me crack this cooked smile,
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