| Me and Amy went for a ride
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| Just after the rain last night
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| When something I couldn’t put a finger on
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| Made me lift up off the gas and turn out the headlights
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| Gliding 'neath those stars
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| Past those shining Belleview houses and their foreign cars
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| I could feel my heart beat
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| When Amy lit a cigarette and put her hand on my knee
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| I said, Angel
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| I’m sad and I don’t know why
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| But with you by my side
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| I’m nearly satisfied
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| Angel, angel
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| Then I thought to myself, me and Amy
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| We’d be in the clear
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| If I could just rob one of these lucky bastards
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| And high tail it out of here
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| Now when the car stopped I was restless
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| We were just below the rise
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| I could feel my lungs breathe
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| When my Amy started to cry
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| And I said, Angel
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| It’s sad but you know we try
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| Stay here in the car
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| While I go inside
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| Angel, angel
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| Angel, angel
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| Now it couldn’t have been ten minutes
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| When I came out to find what really went down
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| It was the smell of burnt rubber, gasoline
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| Amy’s perfume and the silence all around
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| And it was the feel of broken glass
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| Under my feet and in my head
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| No, it shouldn’t have been Amy
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| It should’ve been me instead
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| And I said, Angel
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| I’m sad now I know why
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| 'Cause with you by my side
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| I was nearly satisfied
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| Angel, angel
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| Angel, angel |