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You were my work of art
From the start, from the start
Then, you threw me away and I knew from there on, you had no heart
You were my drug of delight
From the morning to the night,
But things have changed alright and I should have known wrong from right

From dusk to dawn,
I knew you’d be moving on
Till the sun is gone
Till my wounds are gone
I knew I’d be moving on
You were my moonlit sun,
But I look up towards His son
I know we had so much fun

I belong in the arms of angels in my heart
I will not be afraid of turmoil from the start
I knew from the start
You weren’t my work of art
Be not weary in times of heartache and stress
I’ll be strong and so vigilant, 
Even when I need a break from all the distress
I noticed that I’m significant
I knew from the start
You weren’t my work of art
I will not be afraid of turmoil from the start
I belong in the arms of angels in my heart

You wear my broken heart
From the start, from the start
You were sweet like orange tart, but you are a bitter work of art
You were my drug of might
You pushed me around and held me so tight
But, things will become bright and everything’s going to be alright

From dusk to dawn,
I knew you’d be moving on
Till the sun is gone
Till my wounds are gone
I knew I’d be moving on
You were my moonlit sun,
But I look up towards His son
I know we had so much fun

I belong in the arms of angels in my heart
I will not be afraid of turmoil from the start
I knew from the start
You weren’t my work of art
Be not weary in times of heartache and stress
I’ll be strong and so vigilant, 
Even when I need a break from all the distress
I noticed that I’m significant
I knew from the start
You weren’t my work of art
I will not be afraid of turmoil from the start
I belong in the arms of angels in my heart

I tried to play by the rules
But you cried like your fools
I dried up my tears of shame
Because I’m sick of being caught up in your love affair game
Same old empty feeling, slowly revealing
The reason I am feeling this way inside...I’m concealing...
This feeling that is not appealing

From dusk to dawn,
I knew you’d be moving on
Till the sun is gone
Till my wounds are gone
I knew I’d be moving on
You were my moonlit sun,
But I look up towards His son
I know we had so much fun

I belong in the arms of angels in my heart
I will not be afraid of turmoil from the start
I knew from the start
You weren’t my work of art
Be not weary in times of heartache and stress
I’ll be strong and so vigilant, 
Even when I need a break from all the distress
I noticed that I’m significant
I knew from the start
You weren’t my work of art
I will not be afraid of turmoil from the start
I belong in the arms of angels in my heart

From dusk to dawn,
I knew you’d be moving on
Till the sun is gone
Till my wounds are gone
I knew I’d be moving on
You were my moonlit sun,
But I look up towards His son
I know we had so much fun

You were my work of art
From the start, from the start
Then, you threw me away and I knew from there on, you had no heart
Numb away the sorrow that tears us apart
Remorse can get out of course...
You made me love you with such a force
That it frustrated me to the core
You made me love you more and more
Your substance was my work of art
From the start, from the start
You were my drug of delight until I realized it was a mere high that put me in the death cart
You were my drug of delight
From the morning to the night,
But things have changed alright and I should have known wrong from right
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