| You should have been an angel
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| It would’ve suited you
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| My gold-leafed triptych angel
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| She knows just what to do In the half light of morning
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| In our world between the sheets
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| I swear I saw her angel wing
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| My vision was complete
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| And I know I’ll never want another lover my sweet
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| Can there be more in this world
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| Than the joy of just watching you sleep?
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| I don’t know just what to feel
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| Won’t someone tell me my love’s real?
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| Are we etched in stone
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| Or just scratched in the sand
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| Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land?
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| Will the sun shine all sweetness and light
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| Burn us to a cinder
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| Our third stone satellite?
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| I’m on a tightrope baby nine miles high
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| Striding through the clouds
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| On my ribbon in the sky
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| I’m on a tightrope, baby, one thing I’ve found
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| And it’s a long, long, long
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| Long way down
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| She’s all that ever mattered
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| And all that ever will
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| My cup, it runneth over
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| I’ll never get my fill
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| The boats in the harbour slip from their chains
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| Head for new horizons
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| Let’s do the same
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| I’m on a tightrope baby nine miles high
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| Striding through the clouds
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| On my ribbon in the sky
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| I’m on a tightrope, baby, one thing I’ve found
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| And it’s a tightrope baby nine miles high
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| Striding through the clouds
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| On my ribbon in the sky
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| I’m on a tightrope, baby, one thing I’ve found
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| And it’s a long, long, long
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| Long way down
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| Long way down |