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Underneath this canopy of snow |
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Where fifty-seven winters |
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Took their toll |
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Where did you go? |
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And I believed in you |
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I believed in you |
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Like Elvis Presley |
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Singing psalms on a Sunday |
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(Where did you go?) |
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Well she's gone to meet her maker |
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Back to where she came from |
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Come to save her soul... |
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Come to save her soul... |
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Come to take her home |
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'Cause it's late and past |
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Your bedtime |
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Well past bedtime |
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Angel |
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My angel |
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Fly over me |
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Angel... |
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She took her life |
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Within her hands |
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She took her life |
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Within her own two hands |
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And no-one can tell her |
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What to do now |
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And I believed in you |
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I believed in you |
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Like Elvis Presley |
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Singin live from Las Vegas |
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(Where did you go?) |
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Well she's gone to meet |
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Her maker |
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Back to where she came from |
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Come to save her soul... |
