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On My Shoulder  

There's an angel on my shoulder and he is whispering to me
There's an angel on my shoulder and he is taunting me
With questions of philosophies and riddles and rhymes

And I scream to myself like a wailing banshee
To drown out the words, to drown out the voice
But his maddening rants keep going on and on
Till all the courage I can possibly find comes pouring out
And I turn and say Listen here!
Tell me where is the faith?  Where is the love?
In this world of cruel intentions by polished mannequins
Where acts of kindness are random and far between
Why torment me? Can't you just let me be?

And I scream to myself like a wailing banshee
To drown out the words, to drown out the voice
But his maddening rants keep going on and on
Till I am begging, till I am pleading to be free

And I scream to myself like a howling banshee
To drown out the words, to drown out the voice
But his maddening rants keep crucifying me
Still I'm needing, still I'm pleading to be free


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