| Comes a messenger horn in hand
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| Crying, «Make way for love»
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| I said, «Angel, how did you find me here
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| In this tough girl that I made up?»
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| She’s a tough girl, baby
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| He does not mince words with me
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| These are explosives that we are packing
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| We are cut from a similar piece
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| And it’s hard to handle with care
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| When you’re cracking
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| Kinda hard to handle, baby
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| Oh, my heart it longs for him
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| Come here angel, stay by me
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| Find the faith to call me kin
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| I will hold your soul in high esteem
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| If you let me, baby
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| So we move in close and we hold on tight
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| Defining the terms of love
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| But the nerves get struck
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| And we’re faced with the fight
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| To see what this union is made of
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| What are we made of, baby
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| I am complicated, he is so protected
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| And we both know the odds
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| But the things that confound mortal minds
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| Are not impossible to God
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| That’s a capital G, baby
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| Oh, my heart it longs for him
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| Come here angel, stay by me
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| Find the faith to call me kin
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| I will hold your soul in high esteem
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| If you let me, baby |