Angel

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I'm looking at an angel
And believe me when I say
She got that whole place blowing [x2]
She got that whole place glowing
I'm looking at an angel
And believe me when I say
She got that whole place glowing [x3]
And she's high in the sky singing
Way above the clouds in the sky singing [x4]

She got wings she got a halo
It seems to me so unnatural
Cos that's one thing that I just don't know
What seems to be so incredible
She looked at me took me by surprise yeaaahh
As if she took me by the hand to some foreign land
And had me way up
Way above the clouds in the sky singing [x4]

Singing my song yeah yeah
From dust til dawn yeah yeah
I know you got a lot on your mind
But it won't be long yeah yeah
It always get better yeah yeah
And I may be wrong yeah yeah
Some never get it across the line before they make it home yeah yeah
Singing my song yeah yeah
From dust til dawn yeah yeah
I know you got a lot on your mind
But it won't be long yeah yeah
It always get better yeah yeah
And I may be wrong yeah yeah
Some never get it across the line before they make it home yeah yeah

I'm looking at an angel
And believe me when I say
She got that whole place blowing [x3]
I'm looking at an angel
And believe me when I say
She got that whole place glowing [x3]
And she's high in the sky singing

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