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Says she talks to angels They call her out by her name Oh yeah, she talks to angels Says they call her out by her name She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket She wears a cross around her neck Yes, the hair is from a little boy And the cross from someone she has not met, well, not yet She paints her eyes as black as night now She pulls those shades down tight Oh yeah, there's a smile when the pain comes The pain gonna make everything alright, alright yeah