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She walked right in |
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As time slowed down |
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But not enough |
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To keep me from ordering up |
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Another round |
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In a bottomless cup |
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That I had found |
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In the hopes of never waking up the |
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Jukebox played |
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An old country song |
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About steel guitars |
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And how he'll try his level best |
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To get along |
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In the same old bar |
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Though friends gone wrong |
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Well he once had love but I never got that far |
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She must have angels on her shoulders |
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Their light wherever she may be |
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She says the angels do not know her |
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I guess I'm the only one who sees. |
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So I got my drink |
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And my fix my rose |
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But I need much more |
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Then this powdered blue and rented tuxedo |
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I need a line |
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A-something she don't know |
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Cause' she's probably heard them all a thousand times |
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So I caught her eye |
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For the next song |
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And the waltz replaced |
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The tango like she knows that I don't belong |
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In these shoes |
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I feel all wrong |
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But that's just my pride, what have I got to lose? |
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Well last call called |
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But I didn't hear |
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I was too busy looking |
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At her across the remnants of my beer |
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She stood to leave |
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And then it all came clear |
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That life without her was all I had to fear |
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You must have angels on your shoulders |
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Their light wherever you may be |
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She asks me would I like to show her? |
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I think I might be just the guy you need. |
