a n g e l   -   t h e   w o l f g a n g   p r e s s love for sale love won't stop if you can see your dreams will they stand up if you say you're an angel then i am not you say everything i wanted was unclean my heart is aching but it's the best it's ever been born with feet born on the ground born with everything that ties me down if you think you're the saviour then look around made of dreams made of stone made from everything that's not my own if you think you're an angel then i am not you say everything i wanted was unclean my heart is aching but it's the best it's ever been and you say everything i thought was obscene my arms are waiting to bring you back to me you say everything i wanted was unclean my heart is aching but it's the best it's ever been and you say everything i thought was obscene my arms are waiting to bring you back to me to bring you back to me . . . bring you back to me . . .
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		Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.