| He searched for those wings that he knew
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| that this angel should have at her back
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| And although he can’t find them
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| he really don’t mind
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| because he knows they’ll grow back
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| And he reached for that halo that he knows
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| that she had when she first caught his eye
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| Although his hand came back empty
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| he’s really not worried
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| 'cause he knows it still shines
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| I can’t promise that I’ll grow those wings
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| or keep this tarnished halo shined
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| but I’ll never betray your trust
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| angel mine
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| I search all the time on the ground
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| for our shadows cast side by side
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| Just to remind me that I haven’t gone crazy
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| that you exist and are mine
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| And I know that your skin is as warm and as real
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| as that smile in your eyes
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| But I have to keep touching and smelling
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| and tasting for fear it’s all lies
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| I can’t promise that I’ll grow those wings
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| or keep this tarnished halo shined
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| but I’ll never betray your trust
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| angel mine
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| Last night I awoke from the deepest of sleeps
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| with your voice in my head
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| And I could tell by your breathing
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| that you were still sleeping
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| I repeated those words that you had said
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| I can’t promise that I’ll grow those wings
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| or keep this tarnished halo shined
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| but I’ll never betray your trust
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| angel mine
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| (ale putos… ai’ta) |