| Last night I saw a host of angels
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| And they were all singing different songs
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| And it sounded like a lot of lawnmowers
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| Mowing down my lawn
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| And up above kerjillions of stars
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| Spangled all over the sky
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| And they were spirals turning
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| Turning in the deep blue night.
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| And suddenly for no reason
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| The way that angels leave the grund
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| They left in a kind of vortex
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| Travelling at the speed of sound.
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| And just as I started to leave
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| Just as I turned to go
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| I saw a man who’d fallen
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| He was lying on his back in the snow.
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| Some people walk on water
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| Some people walk on broken glass
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| Some just walk round and round
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| In their dreams
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| Some just keep falling down.
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| So when you see a man who’s broken
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| Pick him up and carry him
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| And when you see a woman who’s broken
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| Put her all into your arms
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| Cause we don’t know where we come from
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| We don’t know what we are.
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| So when you see a man who’s broken
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| Pick him up and carry him
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| And when you see a woman who’s broken
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| Put her all into your arms
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| Cause we don’t know where we come frm.
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| We don’t know what we are.
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| And you? |
| You’re no one
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| And you? |
| You’re falling
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| And you? |
| You’re travelling
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| Travelling at the speed of light.
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| And you? |
| You’re no one
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| And you? |
| You’re falling
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| And you? |
| You’re travelling
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| Travelling at the speed of light. |