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I thought, I'd go up Poughkeepsie |
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Look out over the Hudson |
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And I'd throw my body down on the river |
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And I'd know no more sorrow |
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I'd fly like the sparrow |
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And I'd ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
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I'd ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
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I'd take to the sky with all my might |
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No more drowning in my sorrow |
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No more drowning in my fright |
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I'd just ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
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There are those who know sorrow |
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And those who must borrow |
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And those whose lot in life is sweet |
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Well, I'm drunk on self-pity |
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Scorned all that's been given me |
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I would drink from a bottle labeled, 'Sure Defeat' |
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I'd ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
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I'd take to the sky with all my might |
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No more drowning in my sorrow |
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No more drowning in my fright |
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I'd just ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
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Then the skies they fell open |
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And my eyes were opened |
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To a world of hope falling at my feet |
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Now, I've no more or less |
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Than anyone else has |
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What I have is a gift of life, I can't repeat |
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So I go up Poughkeepsie |
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Look out over the Hudson |
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And I cast my worries to the sky |
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Now, I still know sorrow |
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But I can fly like the sparrow |
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'Cause I ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
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I ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
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I take to the sky with all their might |
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No more drowning in my sorrow |
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No more drowning in my fright |
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I'll just ride on the backs of the angels each night |
