| I guess it messed it up
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| I did what I wanted I did what my heart said to
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| Now all the money is gone
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| You’re moved on and I don’t know what I’ll do
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| But I got a wishbone and I don’t need your condescending sympathy
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| All the angels that I know are fallen and broken
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| Soaking in the muddy river
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| All the angels that I love, they don’t hang out above
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| They come down to deliver
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| They deliver me
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| I guess that your old scars
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| Are rusting on out like broken cars in a field
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| Grass has grown
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| Leaves have blown, nothing you got to reveal
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| Unless you’re a painter, a poet or a friend to me
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| All the angels that I know are fallen and broken
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| Soaking in the muddy river
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| All the angels that I love, they don’t hang out above
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| They come down to deliver
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| They deliver me
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| It’s the ones down here in the mess of life learning to fly
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| All the angels that I know are fallen and broken
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| Soaking in the muddy river
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| All the angels that I love, they don’t hang out above
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| They come down to deliver
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| They deliver me
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| They deliver me
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| They deliver me |