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I've got angels in the leaves Wolves become the thieves waiting at our door I've got you in my mind until I had you in the light of my torch This hurts my little kid I won't, I won't set alight, not out of spite the children's book I wrote Where we would send letters, and I would wrap them up in a chimney smoke This hurts my little kid This hurts my little kid Aus Songtexte Mania