| I’ve been wondering what you meant when you asked
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| Do you have a light?
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| I’ve been wondering where you went when you left
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| That party that night
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| Cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky
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| It’s dawn’s roadkill
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| I’ve been driving since midnight
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| And i’m driving still
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| Stop on the top of the ridge just to feel the wind
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| On my rand mcnally
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| Then i feel the air go cold as i drift in
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| To the first blue of the valley
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| You’re wondering how far down you are
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| On my call back list
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| But you don’t realize everytime i find i’m by a phone
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| The landscape shifts
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| Every other song someone’s trying to write angels
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| Into the wrold
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| Every grace, every ace every near miss
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| Every decent kiss by a pretty girl
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| She was an angel
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| She looked like an angel
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| And all of the angels did sing
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| The angels were watching
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| And the angels were listening
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| And the angels were on hand
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| To stand in for everything
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| You can call it magic
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| When a man pulls a rabbit out of a hat
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| But the reason i don’t call is cuz i wonder
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| If there isn’t a better word than that
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| And you can call me crazy
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| But i think you’re as lazy
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| As white paint on a wall
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| And i know you’ll only speak to me in dial tones
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| If i call
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| It’s been way too long
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| Since i’ve been behind the wheel
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| Headlights guiding me through the dark i feel
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| Dry eyed trying hard to resist
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| Sleep’s first kill
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| Everytime i have time to think
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| I think of this |