| She got the call, and then she threw her jacket on
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| And stormed off down the hall
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| They got the call, and picked him up at 4am
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| And tore off down the road
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| And all the angels say oooh, oooh, you are all to blame
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| 'Cause all the angels say oooh, oooh, you are all to blame
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| She went alone, and went to the emergency
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| And parked her car in the dark
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| They told her please, he only has but minutes more
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| You might just say goodbye
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| 'Cause all the angels say oooh, oooh, you are all to blame
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| 'Cause all the angels say oooh, oooh, you are all the same
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| And if you maybe figure it out
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| Would you still explain?
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| And if she said she was sorry now
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| Would you still complain?
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| And if you open up your heart, and stay so far away
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| But you are all the same
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| And if you maybe find a better way, to love me then
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| You are all to blame
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| 'Cause all the angels say oooh, oooh, you are all to blame
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| 'Cause all the angels say oooh, oooh, you are all to blame |