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There's an angel at my table |
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And she's broke her wings |
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She's packed her things |
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She said I'm the only one she'll turn to |
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But there's a devil on my shoulder |
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And he's telling me she's so beautiful |
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And I should go up there and hold her |
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She's looking on |
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And how can |
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I stay here |
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It wouldn't be what she wants |
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And I'm trying to break it easy |
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But she's pleading with me |
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Will you be my anchor |
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When there is no one around to hold me down |
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Will you be my anchor |
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I know you're not the answer |
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There's an angel at my table |
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And she's blessed the breeze |
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That blows in between her and everything |
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She's left in that haven |
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And I wish she'd call ' |
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Cause that devil's on my shoulder |
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And he's pulling me down |
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And I'm trying to keep a balance |
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But she's begging me |
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Will you be my anchor |
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When there is no one around to hold me down |
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Will you be my anchor |
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I know you're not the answer |
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There's an angel at my table |
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She said I'm the only one she'll turn to |
