| This is the woman
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| Who had all the answers
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| The one I would lean on For comfort, for strength
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| She’s never forgotten
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| One grandchild’s birthday
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| Now she can’t remember my name
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| And it makes me so angry
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| I shake my fist
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| And cry out to the heavenly one
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| Why would you play
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| Such a cold hearted trick
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| I thought your job was to love
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| And the answer came down from above
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| She’s gonna fly
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| When her time here is through
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| First she’ll have to let go Of some things she can’t use
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| 'Cause people and places
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| Memories and faces
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| Are just way too heavy it seems
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| To carry on angel’s wings
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| This is the woman
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| Who saw things so clearly
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| The one who could pick out
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| One crumb on the floor
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| She saw through a white lie
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| Saw me through love’s eyes
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| She hardly can see anymore
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| And it makes me so sad
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| And it just isn’t fair
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| Why should so much be taken away
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| But when I cry out
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| For all that she’s lost
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| I silently hear someone say
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| She’s gonna fly
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| When her time here is through
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| First she’ll have to let go Of some things she can’t use
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| 'Cause people and places
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| Memories and faces
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| Are just way too heavy it seems
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| To carry on angel’s wings
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| And oh, the wonders she’ll see
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| And I know she’ll remember
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| To watch over me She’s gonna fly
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| When her time here is through
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| First she’ll have to let go Of some things she can’t use
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| 'Cause people and places
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| Memories and faces
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| Are just way too heavy it seems
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| To carry on angel’s wings
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| To carry on angel’s wings |