| Well, you sweet talk like an angel
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| But you’re driving this blind
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| But don’t you sweet talk like an angel tonight?
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| Well, you sweet talk like an angel
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| With a heart full of lies
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| But don’t you sweet talk like an angel tonight?
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| And you talk like your mother and your father
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| But you just close your eyes
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| You don’t care who you’re messing around
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| This time
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| I can’t take care of my baby
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| I can’t take care of mine
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| Because no God given war in this world’s
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| About life…
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| And you say «Where do you stand on the war?»
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| Well you stand right where you stood before
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| As far from the bullets and bombs
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| As they fall
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| And you stand there and fight for it all
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| But you don’t own a gun
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| And when the shells start to fall all around
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| You don’t have to run
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| And you sweet talk like an angel
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| But you’re driving this blind
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| Don’t you sweet talk like an angel tonight
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| But don’t you sweet talk like an angel tonight? |