| I was an out of control, outlaw soul
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| Spinnin' my wheels down a windin' road to no where
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| Yeah, then out of no where
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| Debris was flyin' I was pulled from the flames
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| They shook off the dust and asked my name
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| He said «Son you’re gonna be alright, no it ain’t your time
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| I’m gonna give you somethin' that was given to me
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| And you’ll understand what I did when you hit John 15:13»
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| There are angels all around us
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| Watchin' over you and me
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| There the ones you don’t always see
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| Could be a neighbor, could be a stranger
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| When you’re runnin' low on luck
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| You don’t always have to look up
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| They’re all around us
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| They’re all around us
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| Fast forward a few into my new life
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| Celabratin' the first year with my wife
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| And the city lights that we walk by
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| A broken soul dressed in rags
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| So I gave him all the cash I had
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| With a tear in his eyes, he asked me «Why
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| Would a guy like you help a guy like me?»
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| I said «It took a while to learn but when I took a wrong turn
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| Someone else showed me
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| There are angels all around us
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| Watchin' over you and me |
| There the ones you don’t always see
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| Could be a neighbor, could be a stranger
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| When you’re runnin' low on luck
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| You don’t always have to look up
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| They’re all around us
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| I must have sparked a light
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| 'Cause later on that night
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| That same broken soul put himself in between
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| Myself and a switchblade knife
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| Right before he lost his life
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| He looked me in the eyes and said to me
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| There are angels all around us
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| Watchin' over you and me
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| There the ones you don’t always see
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| Could be a neighbor, could be a stranger
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| When you’re runnin' low on luck
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| You don’t always have to look up
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| They’re all around us
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| Yeah, they’re all around us |