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This song is by A Perfect Kiss and appears on the album In Spite Of Angels (2002).

I am sick
I am nothing but failure on my own
The sun came up in your room the morning you reached out your hand and asked for a penny but I wanted to give you gold and silver
Peace can disintegrate but love can't terminate
I breathe systematic death in fascination
Still alive just incase everything is just a dream
My spirit hangs over the fire that rises and frays away the edges that keep the rain from falling
His hands will keep you from falling

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