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Excuse me for falling in love,
With an angel from above...
I'm cutting through; reaching to the cell,
But I can't help myself; I'm living through hell...
Excuse me for falling in love,
With an angel from above...
I tell myself that you weren't worth it,
I tell myself that I don't care...