| He’s bringing trouble
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| A suitcase of heartache
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| Another sad scene on the way
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| He wears a necklace of tears
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| A string of bright trophies
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| Throwing a new love away every day
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| It must be the angel in her kiss
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| That makes him the devil in her arms
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| It must be the angel in her kiss
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| That makes him the devil in her arms
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| She was as sad as the sea out of season
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| The winter took her baby away
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| Stitched up her dreams
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| With Italian seams
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| And buried the needle away
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| I gotta say
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| It must be the angel in her kiss
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| That makes him the devil in her arms
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| It must be the angel in her kiss
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| That makes him the devil in her arms
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| And she’d kill for the thrill
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| Of the love in his eyes
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| Billy Macbeth all thunder and lies
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| Show her the way to his hand in his glove
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| That put her the candle she lit for his love
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| It must be the angel in her kiss
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| That makes him the devil in her arms
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| It must be the angel in her kiss
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| That makes him the devil in her arms
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| She’s just another lost case
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| To the heart of a man
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| Another lost case
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| To the heart of a man
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| I would like to clip your wings
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| Grounded angels are useless things
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| It must be the angel in her kiss
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| That makes him the devil in her arms
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| It must be the angel in her kiss
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| That makes him the devil in her arms |