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We're a choir of angels
Sent from away
We're sent here to help you
And show you the way
But we're getting so lonely
And we're getting misjudged
And we're looked in the eye
To be given false grudge
And we're singing so quietly
All of the while
Our little old songs
To help us to smile
But the songs we keep singing
Won't last us much more
We're in the last chorus
They've opened the door
They're going to ask us
To pack up and leave
We're singing and smiling
Wiping tears with our sleve
And you don't want to end
Up like us poor old fools
You don't want to end up
As unsharpened tools
Because we're angels of speaking
We're angels of light
We sing to keep smiling
But we're losing the fight
We're staring ahead
Singing under our breath
But we're losing our hope
And we'll give in to death
Our angels are beat
Within an inch of their lives
By the jealous and lonely
From the warmth of their hives
We grip our sheets tighter
And try to sing still
But the jealous are screaming
In a ear-piercing shrill
And the world turns to listen
To the shrieks that are there
And they'll turn up their noses
They seem not to care
We reach the last notes
And the pianist is crying
We've given it all we could
But the world keeps on lying
And we all turn to each other
And we all hug and cry
Because we can't sing anymore
We just cannot try
The angels of dreaming
Will all turn once more
They'll think of their loved ones
And walk through the door
Sent from away
We're sent here to help you
And show you the way
But we're getting so lonely
And we're getting misjudged
And we're looked in the eye
To be given false grudge
And we're singing so quietly
All of the while
Our little old songs
To help us to smile
But the songs we keep singing
Won't last us much more
We're in the last chorus
They've opened the door
They're going to ask us
To pack up and leave
We're singing and smiling
Wiping tears with our sleve
And you don't want to end
Up like us poor old fools
You don't want to end up
As unsharpened tools
Because we're angels of speaking
We're angels of light
We sing to keep smiling
But we're losing the fight
We're staring ahead
Singing under our breath
But we're losing our hope
And we'll give in to death
Our angels are beat
Within an inch of their lives
By the jealous and lonely
From the warmth of their hives
We grip our sheets tighter
And try to sing still
But the jealous are screaming
In a ear-piercing shrill
And the world turns to listen
To the shrieks that are there
And they'll turn up their noses
They seem not to care
We reach the last notes
And the pianist is crying
We've given it all we could
But the world keeps on lying
And we all turn to each other
And we all hug and cry
Because we can't sing anymore
We just cannot try
The angels of dreaming
Will all turn once more
They'll think of their loved ones
And walk through the door
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We're a choir of angels
Sent from away
We're sent here to help you
And show you the way
But we're getting so lonely
And we're getting misjudged
And we're looked in the eye
To be given false grudge
And we're singing so quietly
All of the while
Our little old songs
To help us to smile
But the songs we keep singing
Won't last us much more
We're in the last chorus
They've opened the door
They're going to ask us
To pack up and leave
We're singing and smiling
Wiping tears with our sleve
And you don't want to end
Up like us poor old fools
You don't want to end up
As unsharpened tools
Because we're angels of speaking
We're angels of light
We sing to keep smiling
But we're losing the fight
We're staring ahead
Singing under our breath
But we're losing our hope
And we'll give in to death
Our angels are beat
Within an inch of their lives
By the jealous and lonely
From the warmth of their hives
We grip our sheets tighter
And try to sing still
But the jealous are screaming
In a ear-piercing shrill
And the world turns to listen
To the shrieks that are there
And they'll turn up their noses
They seem not to care
We reach the last notes
And the pianist is crying
We've given it all we could
But the world keeps on lying
And we all turn to each other
And we all hug and cry
Because we can't sing anymore
We just cannot try
The angels of dreaming
Will all turn once more
They'll think of their loved ones
And walk through the door
Sent from away
We're sent here to help you
And show you the way
But we're getting so lonely
And we're getting misjudged
And we're looked in the eye
To be given false grudge
And we're singing so quietly
All of the while
Our little old songs
To help us to smile
But the songs we keep singing
Won't last us much more
We're in the last chorus
They've opened the door
They're going to ask us
To pack up and leave
We're singing and smiling
Wiping tears with our sleve
And you don't want to end
Up like us poor old fools
You don't want to end up
As unsharpened tools
Because we're angels of speaking
We're angels of light
We sing to keep smiling
But we're losing the fight
We're staring ahead
Singing under our breath
But we're losing our hope
And we'll give in to death
Our angels are beat
Within an inch of their lives
By the jealous and lonely
From the warmth of their hives
We grip our sheets tighter
And try to sing still
But the jealous are screaming
In a ear-piercing shrill
And the world turns to listen
To the shrieks that are there
And they'll turn up their noses
They seem not to care
We reach the last notes
And the pianist is crying
We've given it all we could
But the world keeps on lying
And we all turn to each other
And we all hug and cry
Because we can't sing anymore
We just cannot try
The angels of dreaming
Will all turn once more
They'll think of their loved ones
And walk through the door