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She held to her heartThe image of manSome wicked as youMine reached for her handShe ran to the doorPast the pistol he hadFell to the floorAs the smoke would dispelGood AngelaBelieve not my tearsJust trust my smileI'll keep young your yearsGood AngelaWhy did he laughTo understand thisTo figure out that Aus Songtexte Mania