Southern Angel

Not going to feel - not going to feel anymore
For my old, torn, fighter's heart has grown tired of blood soaked floors
Oh, is there no reward in fighting?
Do I wrap my hands just to be brought to my knees?

Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh - I'm not scared of dying - just of going o'er alone
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh - won't my own, sweet, southern angel take me home

I hear that nothing is free but dying and the hope of finding grace
So take this penny for your old smile and my heart for ne'er to change
Oh, I'll set your memories all to burning
with an ember from our once exquisite flame

Out here the good men are forgotten - left holding someone else's chains
While the ever-haunting angels over memory's kingdom reign
Oh, what happened to you savior that made it so I don't feel safe with you?

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