| From your first living breath
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| To the second of your death
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| She’s got your back, she’ll protect and attack
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| They won’t be writing your tombstone yet
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| Say hello to Angela Ziegler
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| Practicing medicine, a miraculous healer
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| Giving everyone another chance of redeeming
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| Yourself and to rise like Lazarus, eager
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| To be the leader she was never too cool
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| To go to medical school and then do better than all her peers
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| And to all apparances, she really is
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| Th healer with the gift to give
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| Fix up, look sharp
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| She’ll fix you up quick sharp
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| Redeemer with a big heart
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| Healing up your cheeky arse
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| Fix up, look sharp
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| She’ll fix you up quick sharp
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| Redeemer with a big heart
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| Healing up your cheeky arse
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| Right there by your side
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| 'Cause a hero never dies
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| She’s an angel to the faithful
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| Atheists, any player feeling painful
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| Of any age, all racial fairness
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| Of any level of spatial awareness
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| Safe or careless, ay, couldn’t care less
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| Whether you’re an ape, poor waif or an heiress
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| She’s bound by a vow she made
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| To help replace the health we take
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| From one another, whether it is out of rage
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| Or something else, isn’t down for debate
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| She’ll risk yourself so you’re safe
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| It’s seldom an angel fell from her grace
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| From your first living breath
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| To the second of your death
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| She’s got your back, she’ll protect and attack
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| They won’t be writing your tombstone yet
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| If you’re feeling hurty, get a heal off Mercy
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| The hippocratic pacifist, a fit bird, literally
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| Her only vice is to like Swiss chocolate
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| Not into intoxicants, not even a drop of it
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| Just look at her, she’s the sort to
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| Only drink mineral water
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| On a night out with the lads
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| She’s only there to dance, back off
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| Fix up, look sharp
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| She’ll fix you up quick sharp
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| Redeemer with a big heart
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| Healing up your cheeky arse
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| Fix up, look sharp
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| She’ll fix you up quick sharp
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| Redeemer with a big heart
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| Healing up your cheeky arse
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| From your first living breath
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| To the second of your death
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| She’s got your back, she’ll protect and attack
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| They won’t be writing your tombstone yet
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| I’m right there by your side
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| 'Cause a hero never dies
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| She’s got your back, she’ll protect and attack
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| They won’t be writing your tombstone yet
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| Repelling the horrors of a brand new nanobiological age
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| Battling diabolical aches, pains and horrible plagues
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| Maybe this progress we’re obsessing over was a mistake
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| But it was ours to make
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| Never forget when heaven let this feathered med' descend, she’d never met a
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| friend
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| Who’d then expect a resurrect at every threat, so let me get direct,
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| when left unchecked
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| Your endless next requests affect the ending for the rest of us
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| So give it a rest if you’re interested in ever being the best of us
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| From your first living breath
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| To the second of your death
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| She’s got your back, she’ll protect and attack
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| They won’t be writing your tombstone yet
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| I’m right there by your side
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| 'Cause a hero never dies
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| She’s got your back, she’ll protect and attack
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| They won’t be writing your tombstone yet |