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This is an obsession, a kind of agression with himself
It's the way hell always be
He loves to rebel to go against his ten commandments
For him, thats just being free.
And he always will, get his thrills, the only way he knows how
Well it might make you frown
But he loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to go
To a state of mind that no-one knows
Over there stands my angry angel
And shes shaking her head, in disgrace with me
Yeah over there stands my angry angel
And shes frowning like hell, but i'm not feeling guilty
Over and over again, more and more for the pain
To release himself, from this shell
Time after time, you may glare at
Him for the way he looks like something drawn up from hell
But that's just his cover
From what is under it
All his imagination, his
Passion for a creation
Which he has discovered,
Uncovered a world, of
Amazing sensations
His own little nation
I dont care,
I'm flying
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Other Songs Lyrics For 'Imogen Heap'
Airplane
Angry Angel
Angry Angel
Blanket
Candlelight
Candlelight
Come Here Boy
Come Here Boy
Feeling strange
Foolish
Getting Scared
Getting Scared
I'm in love with you
Kidding
Leave me to love
Mutual
Not you again
Oh Me, Oh My
Oh Me, Oh My
Pocket sun
Rake It In
Rake It In
Shine
Shine
Sleep
Sleep
Sweet Religion
Sweet Religion
Useless
Useless
Whatever
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