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| Once she dressed in tweeds and lace, owned a Rolls-Royce car.
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| Now she seems quite out of place, like a fallen star.
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| While I worry, plan and scheme over what to do
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| I can’t help feeling it’s a dream: She’s just too good to be true.
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| New Lyric:
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| Whenever I’ve loved — it seems now so long ago, back in the past —
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| it always seemed like love was a morning star, fading fast;
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| drowned out be noon time in daylight’s trivial sky.
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| Love was a mirage that you could hold with your eye
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| but as you came upon it it would dry up.
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| Wondering, finally, whether true love would come at all,
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| Watching each affair pass without a lasting word except 'goodby',
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| taking the fall.
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| Counting sorrows like raindrops falling from above.
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| Wanting, somehow, to find a love
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| to share with me a shelter against the storms of living —
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| someone who was giving
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| kisses from her joy and not here fear.
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| I have seen before how sometimes people speak of love and think of pain.
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| The very thought strained
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| all their insides out so you could see fear was like a nail holding them to their past,
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| keeping them distant from their futures, living in sadness,
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| robbing every day of what could be — knowing it was madness,
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| I would leave them hungering for what they’d take, but couldn’t give at all.
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| It’s rare in life you came as close to losing all your skin.
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| But now I’ve fallen in love and an angel’s fallen in there with me (in love).
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| She checked her wing in at the door.
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| Now, raindrops are diamonds falling out of Jennifer’s pockets
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| and every kiss is July 4 rockets.
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| What was I thinking of?
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| Angels never fall in love
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| with men like me.
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| But still, every morning I awake to find my angel’s still asleep —
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| right there in my arms — and life is complete.
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| When she wakes, she smiles and whispers that she’s crazy living over me.
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| What am I to do but to thank the other angels above?
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| She’s stuck with me.
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| I’ll never let her go now.
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| With Jennifer I dig love
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| and she can dig it, too.
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| She’s funny that way. |