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Episode Score: Christophe Beck
Scene: This song plays at The Bronze while Cordelia chats to Angel
Won't tell you what I'm thinking, Just have to wait and sing, I have no skin left on my, on my fingertips, But still my heart pours out, out from my lips, Well I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute, And I say the things you want to hear, I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute, And I keep to myself to defend, Yeah I'm alright, Oh now don't want to fight, I'm an angel burning out, Oh now, Well I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute, And I say the things you want to hear, I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute, And I keep to myself to defend, Yeah, I'm all right, Oh now don't want to fight, I'm an angel burning out, Oh now, I'm mute, I'm mute, I'm mute, I'm mute, Yeah, I'm mute, I'm mute, Yeah, I'm shameful as I'm shameless, I'm shameful as an angel that's burned, I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I say the same things that you say, I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I guess I'm born that way
Scene: This song plays as Willow walks in front of Oz
And, gee, you took so long, The things you put me through, Seemed to be so wrong, You took your pride, cause Bobby loves you, You said you tried, but you can't prove it, I close my eyes, I don't want to find out how she died, It's foolish pride, You can't expect to turn our way at night, You've seen the last of me, Don't have to take my hand, You shouldn't try so hard, so hard to understand, I see the end just waiting for me, No time to spend, to doubt a moment, I close my eyes, I don't want to find out how she died, It's foolish pride, You can't expect to turn our way at night, I can't stand, you agonize, I wouldn't mind to apologize, Far beyond your sense of play, It's anywhere and everywhere, I close my eyes, I don't want to find out how she died, You can't expect to turn our way at night, I close my eyes, I don't want to find out how she died, You can't expect to turn our way at night
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