Cuttin' through the darkest night in my two headlights
Trying to keep it clear, but I'm losing it here to the twilight
There's a dead end to my left, there's a burning bush to my right
You aren't in sight, you aren't in sight
And who will save your souls
If you won't save your own?
I´d rather see the world
From another angle
We are everyday angels
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