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She has the eyes of an angel |
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And a heart made of gold |
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But nobody even knows |
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She walks with her hands in her pockets |
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Wears a hat pulled down low so that everyone will leave her alone |
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She's Has the face of an angel |
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That the world has never known |
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Cause she's just scared to let it show |
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She's gotta key in her pocket to a door that know one knows |
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This is were she goes to hide from the storm |
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This is were she goes to hide from the norm |
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And I say hey what is your name |
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I am the same |
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This no game |
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Lets run away |
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To That place |
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And we will stay till the end of our days |
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She's Has the voice of an angel |
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That Ive heard it once before it was drown out by the wind and the rain |
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She wear a pretty little locket |
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That she opens every day |
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Hoping that she will see his face |
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That he will be there one day |
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And I say hey what is your name |
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I am the same |
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This no game |
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Lets run away |
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To That place |
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And we will stay till the end of our days |
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We can dance in the rain |
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We can live in a dream |
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We can for get every thing we've seen and slip away |
