I'm looking for my angel
Have you seen her?
A little angel girl bathed in white.
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My hands are red form the stain of blood,
But will my angel girl come and save me?
Or leave me in the dark
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No she won't, for she is here
Bathed in simple white
Glowing brighter than the sun
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"What are you worried about little soul,
For though your hands may be stain, and your soul in tethers
You're still as pure as the rest.
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"Everyone has sinned,
Everyone's hands are stained in blood.
Even my sweet angel hands."
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She tells me this, her little angel voice sweet.
She holds her hand up, and she is dripped in blood
Like me, stained with blood
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My little angel is here in my arms
We are the same as we all
Stained in the blood of life and death.
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I'm looking for my angel
Have you seen her?
A little angel girl bathed in blood.