Angel of mercy, how did you find me?
Where did you read my story?
Pulled from the papers,
Desperate and hardened;
Seeking a momentary fix,
How did you find me?
How did you pick me up again?
Angel of Mercy,
How did you move me?
Why am I on my feet again?
And I see you.
Before just the daylight,
Come and I stand by,
Waiting to catch the quickest plane,
Fly me to nowhere - it's better than somewhere,
That's where I've been and nothing's changed.
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