| Seen my share of broken halos
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| Folded wings that used to fly
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| They’ve all gone wherever they go
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| Broken halos that used to shine
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| Angels come down from the heavens
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| Just to help us on our way
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| Come to teach us, then they leave us
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| And they find some other soul to save
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| Seen my share of broken halos
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| Folded wings that used to fly
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| They’ve all gone wherever they go
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| Broken halos that used to shine
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| Broken halos that used to shine
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| Don’t go looking for the reasons
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| Don’t go asking Jesus why
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| We’re not meant to know the answers
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| They belong to the by and by
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| They belong to the by and by
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| Seen my share of broken halos
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| Folded wings that used to fly
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| They’ve all gone wherever they go
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| Broken halos that used to shine
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| Broken halos that used to shine
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| Broken halos that used to shine
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| Broken halos that used to shine |