| I want to sing, maybe not out loud, to your singing soul
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| Beginning to think I’m looking too hard for angels lately
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| Your eyes are so young, but I know mine are younger
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| Just to hear you speak-- It calls up the hunger again
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| To run away with you, without you, just away, be gone
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| Your hair in your face would make me cry if I let it, let alone the grace
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| I want a piece of you to walk with me, somehow
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| Anywhere magic would go
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| You make me remember-- I don’t know anything at all
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| Answers, answers, answers are all we all wish to see
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| Is there anything you could tell me?
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| Make me a believer in the fact that I won’t fail
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| Will you be my guardian angel?
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| Never gonna be a groupie, just the girl up on stage
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| But you make me wonder
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| Young and believing means you fall in love and everything too easy
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| This easy spell you’ve got me under!
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| You can say you feel too deeply, but maybe you just feel right
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| I can say I feel too deeply
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| But maybe I’m just beginning to feel all right
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| I’m under your light
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| It might come from not getting out much
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| Or not knowing enough people I can love
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| But when I look I look too often within and not above
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| Straight ahead now, I’m watching you
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| Hanging on the stem of every note
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| Would you smuggle me out of heaven?
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| Hide me under your winged coat?
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| Post-love songs are as good as any to hear when my love is away
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| Love and music kill me, but I wanna drown in them both every possible way,
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| any day
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| I’ve grown out of boys before, but angels make for new classification
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| I’m so eager, and I’m so scared
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| Just some crazy little flower all touched
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| By what you’ve shared
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| Tears hung back somewhere
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| So I can still see you play
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| You’re an angel
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| You’re my kind of angel
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| Oh, if just for today |