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• Artiste: Angels And Airwaves
• Titre: Letters To God, Part II
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All the phones have rung and rung Theyre off the hook, all but one And all the mail stacked up inside Up from the floor, a mile high And like one would, like a child Im asking Like I could knock on your door Will you let me in? And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when We die I found out the truth is its all a big lie I find that the words are hard to describe I tell you Im lost here, awaiting reply Climbing trees and paper planes Life as a kid, were all the same Tears of joy, and sullen hearts Sticks and stones and broken arms And like one would, like a child Im asking Like I could knock on your door Will you let me in? And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when We die I found out the truth is its all a big lie I find that the words are hard to describe I tell you Im lost here, awaiting reply I found out whats wrong, and its not you or i Or anyone else that you chose tonight It seems like the madness of choice in the life Has made it all clear if we run or we hide And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when We die I found out the truth is its all a big lie I find that the words are hard to describe I tell you Im lost here, awaiting reply I found out whats wrong, and its not you or i Or anyone else that you chose tonight It seems like the madness of choice in the life Has made it all clear if we run or we hide