| I never thought the sweetest sin could be my saving grace
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| I never thought I’d love again the queen of red light lane
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| I never thought one tiny spark could set my world ablaze
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| But lovers say there’s hell to pay when fire feeds a flame
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| Oh Chariot, come on and fix my broken wings
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| Oh Chariot, be the song a blackbird sings
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| Oh Chariot, oh carry us
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| Oh my Chariot, carry us away
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| She never thought a night alone beneath the stained glass glow
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| Could light a love this flightless dove the kind she’d never know
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| She always thought that fate was fought in battle evermore, aw honey
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| But lovers say there’s hell to pay all’s fair in love and war
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| Oh Chariot, come on and fix my broken wings
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| Oh Chariot, be the song a blackbird sings
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| Oh Chariot, oh carry us
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| Oh my Chariot, carry us away
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| And I’m waiting on my Chariot to come
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| Oh my Chariot, carry us
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| My Chariot, come on and fix my broken wings
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| Oh my Chariot, be the song a blackbird sings
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| Oh Chariot, come on and fix my broken wings
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| Oh Chariot, be the song a blackbird sings
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| Oh Chariot, oh carry us
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| Oh my Chariot, carry us away |