| You were first to the front line
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| Your hand reaching for mine
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| You’re the hope in the cold
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| Hot dead of the night
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| I run to the fire
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| Stained glass reminder
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| You’re a Hail Mary prayer
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| Floating up in the sky
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| Heaven must be listening
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| To every word you’re whispering
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| If I were God, I’d talk to you, too
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| 'Cause I’d still be hard living
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| And stubborn as the wild wind
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| Every stitch across this beating heart is proof
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| That you can’t hide the angel side of you
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| No, you don’t always see it
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| But, baby, believe it
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| When the rain’s pouring down
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| You a ray up above
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| So make me a witness, yeah
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| To the power of your kiss
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| Oh, where would I be
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| Without your healing touch? |
| Yeah
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| Heaven must be listening
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| To every word you’re whispering
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| If I were God, I’d talk to you, too
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| 'Cause I’d still be hard living
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| And stubborn as the wild wind
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| Every stitch across this beating heart is proof
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| That you can’t hide the angel side of you
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| You can’t hide it, you can’t fight it
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| Girl, you got to know
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| I can’t lose ya, hallelujah
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| You’re a miracle, whoa-oh
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| Heaven must be listening
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| To every word you’re whispering
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| If I were God, I’d talk to you, too, yeah, oh
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| 'Cause I’d still be hard living
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| And stubborn as the wild wind
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| Every stitch across this beating heart is proof, oh
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| That you can’t hide the angel side of you
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| No |