| What do I got to do to my love to make you understand me
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| Where do I find the piece of your heart to keep you satisfied
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| What do I got to do to my love to make you even notice
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| Where do I find the words in my mouth to cut through the air tonight
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| Cause every day I know that I am learning
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| And age, it ain’t the only thing in life
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| But if memory’s all you have then I can’t find you
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| Beneath those eyes
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| So we open up the door
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| Let the music take us further than before
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| We’ve opened up the door
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| Cause maybe there’s an angel standing on the porch
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| How do I face the man that I am when my heart’s still in hiding
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| Staring me down, the days of my life that I’ve gotta justify
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| Maybe I need the cracks in my skin, emotions are hard to carry
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| Maybe I need the strength in your eyes to cut through the morning time
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| Cause every day I know that I am learning
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| And age, it ain’t the only thing in life
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| But if memory’s all you have then I can’t find you
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| Beneath those eyes, yeah
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| So we open up the door
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| Let the music take us further than before
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| We’ve opened up the door
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| Cause maybe there’s an angel standing on the porch
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| Oh, maybe there’s an angel
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| Oh, maybe there’s an angel at my door
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| Oh, maybe there’s an angel at my door
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| Standing up high, taking this light,
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| Oh, I’m gonna see the shining
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| Yeah, maybe there’s an angel at my door
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| Oh, maybe there’s an angel at my door
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| We open up the door
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| Let the music take us further than before
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| Gotta open up the door
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| Cause maybe there’s an angel standing on the porch
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| Oh, we gotta fall like we’re behind
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| Yeah, we gotta fall before we find
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| Oh, we gotta live like we were poor
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| Oh, we gotta show what hope is for
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| We open up the door
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| Let the music take us further than before
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| Oh, gotta open up the door
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| Maybe there’s an angel standing on the porch |