| Me and some of the boys were sitting around the other night
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| Started talking about politics, religion, love and life
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| And what a shame it was about 9/11
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| And what about hell and what about heaven
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| And is there or isn’t there angels on earth
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| And then one guy said
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| Well you can take that for what it’s worth
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| If it’s something I can see or something I can touch
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| Well I might believe in all that stuff
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| So I just had to say to him
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| Are you telling me you’ve never seen an angel?
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| Never felt the presence of one standing by
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| No robe of white, no halo in site
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| Well you missed the most obvious thing
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| Man, are you blind? |
| Just look in your mothers eyes
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| And then I said «Who went through the pain
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| And smiled through the tears on the day of your birth?»
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| She counted your fingers and toes and thank God you were whole
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| Son you outta know who loved you first, that’s right
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| And who always came running every time you cried out
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| And how many more things have you forgotten about
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| And who tried their best to teach you wrong from right
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| And how many nights did she leave on the light
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| While she waited and prayed that you came in
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| And who’d be there for you right up to the end think about it tonight
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| Are you telling me that you’ve never seen an angel?
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| Never felt the presence of one standing by
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| No robe of white, no halo in sight
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| Well you missed the most obvious thing
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| Ah man, are you blind? |
| Just look in your mothers eyes
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| Ah man, are you blind? |
| Just look in your mothers eyes, well that’s right |