| They say that everytime a mission bell rings
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| Somewhere up above us all
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| An angel gets his wings
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| Now theyr’e falling from the skies
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| Watch, a mother raise her son
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| And see him grow
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| Then catch a passing star
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| And leave her standing on her own
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| But her love can never die
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| If this is true then I wanna know why
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| I won’t be here when you get home
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| To waltz into my arms
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| When all our willing sins have been gone
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| The worst of all is ignorance
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| And missing your chance
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| If all is fair in love and war
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| But no-one wins
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| Or every second someone dies
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| And someones life begins
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| Then I wonder which is true
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| They say that if your’e young at heart
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| You can’t grow old
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| And youth cannot be bought
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| With what you jingle or you fold
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| Are we rich or are we poor
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| I still don’t know and I wanna be sure
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| I won’t be here when you get home
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| To waltz into my arms
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| When all our willing sins have been gone
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| The only sin is ignorance
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| And missing your chance
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| Of all the things we know and don’t
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| And can’t decide
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| The truth cannot be bought with what we
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| Gamble or divide
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| Neither can it be denied
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| And if this is true then i wanna know why
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| So I won’t be here when you get home
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| To waltz into my arms
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| When all our willing sins have been gone
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| The only sin is ignorance
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| And missing your chance |