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I see her every morning |
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In the middle of the Street |
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The suits don't even notice |
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They're starin' at their feet |
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She hears a secret choir |
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That sings for me and you |
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You know I don't believe her |
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But, I say I hear them too |
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Angel, you're bulletproof |
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You're so high , you see the truth |
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And, I'm still all about pretending I |
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That I could be like you |
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She asks if I'm a lover |
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I say I try to be |
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She said love until your heart breaks |
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'Cause there are no guarantees |
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Angel, you're bulletproof |
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You're so high, you see the truth |
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And I'm still all about pretending I |
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That I could be like you |
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Oooooo, Call out to Heaven |
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Just to let them know you're here |
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Stay with me a moment |
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Say I'm not alone and |
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Tell me that I'll feel you again |
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Angel, you're bulletproof |
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You're so high, you see the truth |
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And I'm still all about pretending I |
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How could I have ever passed you by |
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'Cause I'm still on the ground pretending I |
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That I could be like you |
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That I could be like you |