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Sweet silver angels over the sea |
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Please come down flyin' low for me |
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One time I trusted a stranger |
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Cuz I heard his sweet song |
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And it was gently enticin' me |
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Tho there was somthin' wrong, |
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But when I turned he was gone. |
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Blindin' me, his song remains remindin' me, |
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He's a bandit and a heart breaker, |
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Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker. |
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Sweet silver angels over the sea |
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Please come down flyin' low for me |
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He wages war with the devil |
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A pistol by his side |
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And tho he chases him out windows |
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And won't give him a place to hide, |
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He keeps his door open wide |
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Fightin' him he lights a lamp invitin' him, |
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He's a bandit and a heart breaker, |
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Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker |
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Sweet silver angels over the sea |
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Please come down flyin' low for me |
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I heard the thunder come rumblin' |
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The light never looked so dim |
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I see the junction git nearer |
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And danger is in the wind |
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And either road's lookin' grim |
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Hidin' me, I flee, desire dividin' me, |
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He's a bandit and a heart breaker. |
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Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker |
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Yes, Jesus was a cross maker |
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Sweet silver angels over the sea |
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Please come down flyin' low for me |
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One time I trusted a stranger |
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Cuz I heard his sweet song |
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And it was gently enticin' me |
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Tho there was somethin' wrong |
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But when I turned he was gone |
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Blindin' me, his song remains remindin' me, |
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He's a bandit and a heart breaker, |
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Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker. |
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Sweet silver angels over the sea |
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Please come down flyin' low for me |