| Last night, before I went to sleep, my knees dropped to the floor
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| I turned my eyes up to the sky and I prayed, «please help me, Lord
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| You know I’ve sowed my wild oats, and now the fun’s all gone»
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| And then I heard these tender words and I put them in my song
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| Infamous angel, come on home
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| To someone who loves you and knows you needed to roam
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| Grab your things, a ticket’s waiting at the bus depot
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| For infamous angel, destination: home
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| I heard heaven’s choir rejoicing as the tears broke from my eyes
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| And, all at once, it lifted the weight from my past life
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| I found a pen and I left a note on the dresser drawer
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| «Infamous angel, she don’t live here anymore»
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| Infamous angel, come on home
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| To someone who loves you and knows you needed to roam
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| Grab your things, a ticket’s waiting at the bus depot
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| For infamous angel, destination: home
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| Then I hurried out the back door as quickly as I could
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| I went flying down two flights of stairs 'til on the street I stood
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| And there I took that final look at my old neighbourhood
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| Then I ran down the street proclaiming, «angel gone for good»
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| Infamous angel, going home
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| To someone who loves her and knows she needed to roam
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| She grabbed her things and claimed the ticket at the bus depot
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| For infamous angel, destination: home
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| Infamous angel, destination: home |