| I’ve been walking under rainbows
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| Too long to tell
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| You keep walking down mean streets
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| My street angel
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| I try to bring you in
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| Out of the cold
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| But street angels live on the street
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| And they always will
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| Street angels aren’t like anyone you know
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| They do what they want
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| And they go where they go
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| They may tell you
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| That you hold the world in your hands
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| But they always give it back
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| (They always give it back)
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| No amount of crying
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| Changes your mind
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| No amount of praying
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| Brings you inside
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| I know that you love me
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| And that you always will
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| You just stand outside and call to me
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| My sweet street-angel
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| A Charles Dickens character
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| With your top hat and your scarf
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| When you pulled me through the rainbow
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| I thought you’d stop
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| But you didn’t
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| You turned around
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| You went back to the children, and your music
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| And the people that you love
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| I can’t help but wonder if
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| Every once in a while
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| You remember the girl
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| When you were a homeless angel
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| That drove you wild
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| Strange and elusive
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| No amount of crying
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| Changes your mind
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| No amount of praying
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| Brings you inside
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| I know that you love me
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| And that you always will
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| You just stand outside and call to me
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| My sweet street-angel
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| So I ended it all
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| For the both of us
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| I fell down the stairs
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| A broken rag doll
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| But you never knew
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| You just thought I went away
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| With nothing more to hope for
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| But you don’t hear voices any more
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| No, my sweet street-angel |