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she sees an angel |
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sittin' on top of her shoulder |
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watchin' as she slowly gets older |
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though she cannot explain |
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and he will wait there |
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tethered to the tip of her finger |
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her very own serenade singer |
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though he's singing in vain |
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vain |
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vain |
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vain |
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and when she's wounded |
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he will use his courage to restore her |
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he will even bear the hurt for her |
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he will suffer her pain |
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and with your wide eyes |
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eyes that see the world enchanted |
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she counts all her wishes to be granted |
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is she really so vain |
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vain |
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vain |
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vain |
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and if the chain breaks |
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and if he slips away while she's sleeping |
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will she say he was worth keeping |
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will she cry out in vain |
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vain |
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vain |
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vain |
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vain |