A point we pass from which we can't return
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings.
No, not the kind with halos.
The kind that bring you home,
when home becomes a strange place.
Rise Against - The good left undone.
Not the kind with wings.
No, not the kind with halos.
The kind that bring you home,
when home becomes a strange place.
Rise Against - The good left undone.
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