| I see her everyday at this coffee place
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| The weird old lady everybody called Pearl
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| Cause she was always sitting by herself and knitting
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| A big enough comforter to cover the world.
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| So one day I decided I’d buy her a cup
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| She didn’t notice me as I came walking up
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| Her finger to her lips, I heard her softly say,
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| 'Shhh! |
| Be careful or you’ll scare them away'.
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| There are Angels, Angels dancing
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| Dancing on the head of a pin.
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| If you come closer you can see them. |
| Spin.
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| And maybe this is Heaven, and my suffering days are through.
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| There are Angels, Angels dancing
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| Can you see them, too?
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| What was I to say, couldn’t just turn away
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| Even if she’s crazy, what harm could it do?
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| So I came close enough to pull up a chair
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| Her sparkling eyes were saying,
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| Come they’re right over there.
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| Was it a trick of the light?
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| Dust in the morning sun?
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| It sure looked like they were havin' some fun.
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| There are Angels, Angels dancing
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| Dancing on the head of a pin.
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| If you look closer, you can see them. |
| Spin.
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| And maybe, this is Heaven, and my suffering days are through.
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| There are Angels, Angels dancing
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| Can you see them, too?
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| INSTRUMENTAL
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| I never saw her again
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| It’s like she disappeared
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| And when I ask around
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| Nobody knows her here.
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| Was it just a dream
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| Or just too much caffeine?
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| Guess she finished mending her broken wing.
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| There are Angels, Angels dancing,
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| Dancing on the head of a pin.
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| If you look close you can see them. |
| Spin.
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| And I know this is Heaven,
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| And my suffering days are through.
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| There are Angels, Angels dancing
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| You can see them, too.
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| Angels dancing.
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| You can see them, too. |