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MORBID ANGEL
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I HAVE AN ANGEL BY MY SIDE
HE RUNS AROUND INSIDE MY MIND
HE TEARS AND CHEWS ON MY SPINE
AND WITH EACH BITE HE KILLS MY MIND
MORBID ANGLE IS HIS NAME
AND WHEN HE COMES SO DOES RAIN
BUT THE RAIN IS ONLY PAIN
HE SHOUTS AND SCREAMS AND GIVES ME DREAMS
WHEN HE PLAYS IN THE RAIN
HE CAUSES ME ALL SORTS OF PAIN
AND THEN I START TO WONDER, IF IM SAIN
BUT I CANT THINK FOR ALL THE PAIN
NOW MY LITTLE FREIND IS DEAD
BUT WAS HE A FREIND IF ALL HE DID WAS CAUSE SO MUCH DREAD



