| Tell me where to go tonight
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| I’m walking down a lonely row of lights
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| I’m whispering to a picture on my phone
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| And it’s you I’m waiting for
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| I’m sitting on a sidewalk and I grow my hair
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| It’s only five o’clock and I can’t see you anywhere
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| I wonder if the doves will ever know
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| That I miss you
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| I hear them talking in the street
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| How can you feel the way you feel
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| With all those voices crashing down on me and you
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| I feel it swirling through the air
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| How can you say that I don’t care
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| It’s just this thought I cannot bear
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| But I feel it in my soul
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| And I, I need an angel today
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| Oh I, I need an angel today
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| And I, need an angel today
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| And I, I need an angel
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| It’s got a scent of living in the dust you know
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| And it feels like waiting for a bus you know
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| But you don’t really care 'bout those things, do you?
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| Well it’s not written in a book
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| You just pretend you eat what you cook
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| And then you turn around and say, «are you feeling good today?»
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| And I, I need an angel today
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| Oh I, I need an angel today
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| And I, need an angel today
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| And I, I need an angel
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| And it feels like waiting for a bus you know
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| And I don’t know where to go today, today, today, today
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| And I, I need an angel today
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| Oh I, I need an angel today
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| And I, need an angel today
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| And I, I need an angel
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| I need an angel
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| And I need an angel |