| She says she’s from the city
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| But he knows that’s not true
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| 'Cause she came down on angel wings
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| Out of the blue
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| She brings him things that he can’t buy
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| Like light and wind, and rain
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| She brings a child
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| And he is born again
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| He is lost, she is the way
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| He is darkness, she’s the break of day
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| When he’s lying there, dying there
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| And his world’s been blown apart
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| She is life, she is the heart
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| She’s a Botticelli
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| A breathing masterpiece
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| She can lift him up on high
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| Or bring him to his knees
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| When he’s falling through the clouds
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| Just falling to the ground
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| Her arms are like a parachute
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| And together they go down
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| They go down
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| He is lost, she is the way
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| He is darkness, she’s the break of day
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| When he’s lying there, dying there
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| And his world’s been blown apart
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| She is life, she is the heart |