Run
Run away little angel.
Run before reality gets a hold of you
And don't look back.
For all we know, society will break you.
You may mistake us for a puppeteer.
But please little angel, don't come near.
You dream of paradise, and there you'll be.
Just take it slow, count to three... and you'll be free.
Goodbye little angel, be free.
Take these broken wings and don't follow me.
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