On Tuesdays mornings you¡¯d wake her up
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Take the firty clothes
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And be on your way
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In the afternoons
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When she got home
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You¡¯d share a snack
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And talk about the day
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You¡¯d fry chicken
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At her birthday party
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For that alone
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They would¡¯ve stayed
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To the little girl
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You were her greatest present
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To other kids you were just
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The maid
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If angels can fly
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Then you can fly
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If angels can fly
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Then you¡¯d...
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Go with her to your neighborhood
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To play with children door to door
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Unaware of heat between your colors
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Eternal war of man rich and poor
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And home there was no home
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With you she¡®d run away
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You said Your Mum and Dad
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They love you so¡°
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And gentle strength convinced the girl
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Then you can fly
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If angels can fly
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Then you¡¯d...
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When you had a stroke on
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That summer¡¯s night
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The teenage girl nearly
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Thought you died
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She wanted bad to wake you up....
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Then you can fly
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If angels can fly
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Then you can...
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Mary the angel
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| Beth Hirsch |
