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She comes home to me after a hard night's work |
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Falls in my arms and sleeps like a bird |
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Startle, wakes up, like she don't know me |
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Cocks back her fist like she's going to slug me |
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Like, who are you anyway |
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And what are you doing to me? |
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She's an angel |
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But she can't see it |
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She's got wings, |
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But she can't feel 'em |
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She's an angel |
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But she can't see it |
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But she's flying above me every day |
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Every day of my life |
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Bright diamond eyes with daggers beneath them |
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She carries the chains of a million decisions |
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That weren't even hers to begin with anyway |
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But she carries them all |
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All the people around her |
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Never even notice that she's very very tired |
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She's an angel |
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But she can't see it |
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She's got wings |
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But she can't feel 'em |
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She's an angel |
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But she can't see it |
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But she's rising above me every day |
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Every day of my life |
