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Driving 'way to the east and into the past |
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History recedes in my rear view mirror |
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Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road |
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Memory humming at the heart of a factory town |
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All my life |
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I've been workin' them angels overtime |
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Riding and driving and living so close to the edge |
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Workin' them angels, workin' them angels |
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Workin' them angels overtime |
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Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city |
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Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly |
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Taking the high road, taking that high road to the wounded city |
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Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture |
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All this time I've been workin' them angels overtime |
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Riding and diving and flying just over the edge |
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Workin' them angels, workin' them angels |
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Workin' them angels overtime |
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Driving down the razor's edge 'tween the past and the future |
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Turn up the music and smile |
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Get carried away on the songs and stories of vanished times |
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Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter |
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Memories beating at the heart of an African village |
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All this time I've been workin' them angels overtime |
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Riding and diving and living so close to the edge |
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Workin' them angels, workin' them angels |
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Workin' them angels |
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Workin' them angels overtime |
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Workin' them angels |
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Workin' them angels |
