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It is a hurtin' thing you don't wanna talk about it |
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Pain in your heart well it's takin' your breath away |
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You left it in lipstick on the mirror no use talkin' about it |
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Love like this just don't come along every day |
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Somebody just stop calling you angel |
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Somebody just let love get up and go downtown |
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Somebody just stop calling you angel |
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Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down |
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They called you tookie in high school, you didn't mind it too much |
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Kind of nice to have a nickname, kind of like they thought about it |
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You wish that it stuck with you, didn't have to trade it in on |
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Some crazy lover's pet name, wind up hurtin' so much |
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Somebody just stop calling you angel |
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Somebody just let love get up and go downtown |
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Somebody just stop calling you angel |
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Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down |
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He peeled the skin off of the world and you stopped breathin' |
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You drew a breath, he sighed, the air was freezin' |
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Two blood-red hearts pumpin' hard out in the open |
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You skinned your knee at kickball |
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Twenty years ago against all hopin' |
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Y'all put that hammer down and drove through love's angel food cake |
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Tastin' every spongy layer and lickin' frosting off the moon |
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Wild-eyed with excitement but childishly disappointed |
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Maybe even tasted better when mama let you lick the spoon |
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Somebody just stop calling you angel |
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Somebody just let love get up and go downtown |
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Somebody just stop calling you angel |
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Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down |
