| I used to like
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| Making love then
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| Getting up
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| And never having to explain
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| I’ve always been free
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| I never could see me
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| Dragging no ball and chain
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| I like running around
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| And being tied down
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| Never was my cup of tea
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| But since I’ve been holding an angel
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| A little heaven’s rubbing off on me
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| And I’m beginning to like just sitting and holding hands
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| Looking into her eyes I’m thinking about future plans
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| And then I get the feeling that the life that I’d been leading aren’t all it’s
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| cracked up to be
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| Since I’ve been holding an angel
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| A little heaven’s rubbing off on me
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| I used like
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| To spend the night
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| Sitting on an old bar stool
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| Drinking wine and killing time
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| With all over those other fools
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| But since you took my hand
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| I think I understand
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| It aren’t the way it outta be
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| Since I’ve been holding an angel
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| A little heaven’s rubbing off on me
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| And I’m beginning to like just sitting and holding hands
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| Looking into her eyes I’m thinking about future plans
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| And then I get the feeling that the life that I’d been leading aren’t all it’s
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| cracked up to be
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| Since I’ve been holding an angel
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| A little heaven’s rubbing off on me
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| Since I’ve been holding an angel
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| A little heaven’s rubbing off on me |