| It is a hurtin' thing you don’t wanna talk about it
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| Pain in your heart well it’s takin' your breath away
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| You left it in lipstick on the mirror no use talkin' about it
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| Love like this just don’t come along every day
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| Somebody just stop calling you angel
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| Somebody just let love get up and go downtown
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| Somebody just stop calling you angel
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| Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down
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| They called you tookie in high school, you didn’t mind it too much
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| Kind of nice to have a nickname, kind of like they thought about it
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| You wish that it stuck with you, didn’t have to trade it in on
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| Some crazy lover’s pet name, wind up hurtin' so much
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| Somebody just stop calling you angel
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| Somebody just let love get up and go downtown
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| Somebody just stop calling you angel
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| Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down
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| He peeled the skin off of the world and you stopped breathin'
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| You drew a breath, he sighed, the air was freezin'
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| Two blood-red hearts pumpin' hard out in the open
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| You skinned your knee at kickball
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| Twenty years ago against all hopin'
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| Y’all put that hammer down and drove through love’s angel food cake
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| Tastin' every spongy layer and lickin' frosting off the moon
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| Wild-eyed with excitement but childishly disappointed
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| Maybe even tasted better when mama let you lick the spoon
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| Somebody just stop calling you angel
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| Somebody just let love get up and go downtown
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| Somebody just stop calling you angel
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| Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down |