| you walk like the angels talk
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| where are you from
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| you want to walk and talk like angels talk
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| tell me then some
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| with a room by the sea
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| and a voice in the sand
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| telling me your truth
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| and telling me your view
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| in how you see the world
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| spinning, spinning round
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| and what is love and what is death
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| the fears you have to put to rest
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| and so you walk
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| like angels talk
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| you want to walk and talk like the angels talk
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| this I hear
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| you want to walk and talk like the angels
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| tell me then dear
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| with a smile in the sun
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| and a face in the sand
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| sitting on a swing
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| unfolding bits of string
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| the face is innocence
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| but the words are something more
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| it’s in the voice
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| it’s in the sound
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| it’s in the way the world is round
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| and so we walk
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| like angels talk
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| you want to walk and talk like the angels talk
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| this I hear
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| you want to walk and talk like the angels
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| tell me then dear |