| In these rooms so dark and bare
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| I recall when life was living here
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| How we sang and how we cried
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| A little of us lived here
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| And a little of us died
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| Mama she knew how to sing
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| But her eyes were always sad and wondering
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| You see her daddy drank
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| And he ran around
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| He ran away with all her dreams
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| And she looked just like an angel
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| With broken wings
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| Her sisiter was a wild little thing
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| With a heart made of gold
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| If you didn’t look deep inside her
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| You might never know
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| She never to believe in herself
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| But she learnt other things
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| And she looked just like an angel
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| With broken wings
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| Broken angel
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| You can learn how to fly
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| Let the wind carry you
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| Far deep and wide
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| Beautiful angel
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| Well, it’s okay to cry
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| Cause your tears will bloom
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| Someday on the other side
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| I never like my mama’s daddy
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| For more reasons than I can share
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| My mama held him as he died
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| And I’m ashamed to say I never cried or cared
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| Chubby fat and insecure
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| Two crooked teeth
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| And clothes from a thrift store
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| Well I never quite fit in
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| I guess that’s why I’m singing |
| Broken angel
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| You can learn how to fly
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| Let the wind carry you
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| Far deep and wide
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| Beautiful angel
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| Well, it’s okay to cry
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| Cause your tears will bloom
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| Someday on the other side
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| In these rooms dark and bare
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| What once seemed so confusing
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| Seems crystal clear
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| If I were to look back into you
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| The way you’ve looked down into me
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| I bet you’d look just like an angel
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| I bet you’d look a whole lot like me yeah
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| I bet you’d look just like an angel
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| Oh with broken wings, broken wings
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| Broken angel
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| You can learn how to fly
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| Let the wind carry you
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| Far deep and wide
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| Beautiful angel
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| Well, it’s okay to cry
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| Cause your tears will bloom
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| Someday on the other side
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| Yeah your tears will bloom someday
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| On the other side |