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I guess it messed it up |
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I did what I wanted I did what my heart said to |
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Now all the money is gone |
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You're moved on and I don't know what I'll do |
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But I got a wishbone and I don't need your condescending sympathy |
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All the angels that I know are fallen and broken |
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Soaking in the muddy river |
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All the angels that I love, they don't hang out above |
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They come down to deliver |
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They deliver me |
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I guess that your old scars |
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Are rusting on out like broken cars in a field |
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Grass has grown |
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Leaves have blown, nothing you got to reveal |
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Unless you're a painter, a poet or a friend to me |
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All the angels that I know are fallen and broken |
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Soaking in the muddy river |
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All the angels that I love, they don't hang out above |
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They come down to deliver |
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They deliver me |
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It's the ones down here in the mess of life learning to fly |
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All the angels that I know are fallen and broken |
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Soaking in the muddy river |
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All the angels that I love, they don't hang out above |
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They come down to deliver |
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They deliver me |
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They deliver me |
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They deliver me |
