| Seems no matter how I try
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| My Jacob’s ladder in the sky
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| Has all the fallen angels climbing down
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| Cross my heart and hope to live
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| Number one on my wish list
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| If the angels get here they’ll come round
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| To stop me pushing this ice block up hill
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| From running flat out to stand still
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| I would give the shirt off my back
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| I’d gladly make a deal
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| With any of the angels to change how I feel
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| I would hand over my soul
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| I’d relinquish all control
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| To any of the angels climbing down
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| Not fourteen more years of this
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| Stranded in the wilderness
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| If the angels get here send them round
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| To stop me from pushing this ice block up hill
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| From running flat out to stand still
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| I would give the shirt off my back
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| I’d gladly make a deal
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| With any of the angels to change how I feel
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| It’s not like I’ve stolen someone else’s blessing
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| Love’s still blind and maybe that’s the lesson
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| Stop me from pushing this ice block up hill
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| From running flat out to stand still
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| Stop me from pushing this ice block up hill
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| From running flat out to stand still
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| I would give the shirt off my back
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| I’d gladly make a deal
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| With any of the angels to change how I feel
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| I would give the shirt of my back to any of the angels |