| Won’t you take me with you darling, I don’t wanna stay
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| And this place just keeps on getting sadder ever since you went away
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| And I smell you on this pillow as I lie here in our old bed
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| With a bottle and a bible, I just pray I might get some rest
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| But when I get my wings I’ma gonna
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| Fly back home to you
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| And go ahead and you can tell St. Peter
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| Open up, I’m coming through
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| And I put you in that blue dress and a new pair of high heel shoes
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| And a photograph of two love drunk kids on the day that they said I do
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| 57 years of memories fall like the rain comes down
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| And I could not help myself but cry as they laid you in the ground
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| But when I get my wings I’ma gonna
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| Fly back home to you
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| Go ahead and you can tell St. Peter
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| Open up, I’m coming on through
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| And every Sunday I kneel down to pray that I won’t be alone
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| And every night I lay down and hope I wake up back in your arms
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| But when I get my wings I’ma gonna
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| Fly back home to you
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| And go ahead and you can tell St. Peter
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| Open up, I’m coming on through
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| And I don’t think, don’t think I can wait any longer
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| Oh Lord I’m counting down the days
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| I’m gonna come back, come back and hold you my love
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| Soon as I get my wings, oh Lord
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| Just as soon as I get my wings
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| One more time Lord
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| Soon as I get my wings |