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You should have been an angel, it would've suited you
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My gold-leafed triptych angel, she knows just what to do
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In the half light of morning, in a world between the sheets
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I swear I saw her angel wing, my vision was complete
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And I know I'll never want another lover, my sweet
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Can there be more in this world than the
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joy of just watching you sleep?
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I don't know just what to feel
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Won't someone tell me my love's real?
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Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand
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Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land?
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Will the sun shine all sweetness and light
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Burn us to a cinder, our third stone satellite?
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I'm on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high
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Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky
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I'm on a tightrope, one thing I've found
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I don't know how to stop, and it's a
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long, long, long, long way down
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She's all that ever mattered, and all that ever will
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My cup, it runneth over, I'll never get my fill
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The boats in the harbour, slip from their chains
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Head for new horizons, let's do the same
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I'm on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high
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Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky
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I'm on a tightrope, one thing I've found
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I don't know how to stop, and it's a tightrope baby
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nine miles high
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Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky
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I'm on a tightrope, one thing I've found
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I don't know how to stop, and it's a
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long, long, long, long way down
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Tightrope
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| Stone Roses |
