(Brad Martin/R. Williamson)
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The music is low, I'm here all alone
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Since what you made of me
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That mirror on the wall
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Sure says it all, just a fool on a stool's all I see
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How many times have I stared at that door
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Knowing heaven on earth don't want me no more
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So tonight I just might fly away
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On the wings of a honky tonk angel
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Just one look around I see what's been found
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Someone's found somebody new
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And here I sit, still trying to forget
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Hoping I'll find someone like you
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How many times have I stared at that door
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Knowing heaven on earth don't want me no more
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So tonight I just might fly away
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On the wings of a honky tonk angel
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And tonight I just might as well fly away
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On the wings of a honky tonk angel
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On The Wings Of A Honky Tonk Angel
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| Brad Martin |
