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She loved him like he was |
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The last man on Earth |
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Gave him everything she ever had |
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He'd break her spirit down |
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Then come lovin' up on her |
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Give a little, then take it back |
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She'd tell him about her dreams |
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He'd just shoot 'em down |
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Lord he loved to make her cry |
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You're crazy for believin' |
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You'll ever leave the ground |
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He said, Only angels know how to fly |
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And with a broken wing |
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She still sings |
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She keeps an eye on the sky |
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With a broken wing |
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She carries her dreams |
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Man you ought to see her fly |
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One Sunday morning |
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She didn't go to church |
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He wondered why she didn't leave |
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He went up to the bedroom |
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Found a note by the window |
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With the curtains blowin' in the breeze |
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And with a broken wing |
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She still sings |
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She keeps an eye on the sky |
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With a broken wing |
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She carries her dreams |
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Man you ought to see her fly |
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With a broken wing |
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She carries her dreams |
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Man you ought to see her fly |
