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Your momma never told you |
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How you were 'sposed to treat a girl. |
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Your poppa never told you and |
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Now you're all alone out in the world. |
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Sirens are streaming |
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Inside the winding sheets are pale. |
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Devils are dreaming |
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Dreaming of the blue angel. |
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Now I lay me down to sleep |
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But troubled dreams are all I find. |
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Pray the Lord my soul to keep |
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Pray so I won't lose my mind. |
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Sirens are screaming |
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On wings tonight, I'll soon set sail. |
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Devils are dreaming |
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Dreaming of a blue angel. |
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Your momma's going to take it hard |
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You always were your momma's boy. |
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Your laying in the graveyard |
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Now you're not your momma's joy. |
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Streetlights come streaming |
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I'll bat an eye and cast my spell. |
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Devils are dreaming |
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Dreaming of a blue angel. |
