(David Lee Murphy/Danny Tate)
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Late nights and smokey ole pool rooms
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Bars closin' down at three
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And I'm right here in the middle of it all
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With the bad company
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Well maybe you don't understand it
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Oh and we might never agree
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But I'm past the point of making excuses
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That's what I am and I guess the truth is
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We can't all be angels
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Naw naw naw
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I can't say that
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I claim to be much of a
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Saint after all
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But I can tell you it ain't so bad
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Once you've learned how to fall
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Flyin' down these ole backroads
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Is when I feel at my best
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When I've twisted all the rules that'll bend
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And broken all the rest
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Now I'll never try to change you
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Oh and I'd never do you no wrong
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We can't all be angels
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Naw naw naw
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I can't say that
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I claim to be much of a
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Saint after all
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But I can tell you it ain't so bad
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Once you've learned how to fall
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There's alot to be said for good clean livin'
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And if I have to sneak through the back door to heaven
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We can't all be angels
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Naw naw naw
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I can't say that
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I claim to be much of a
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Saint after all
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But I can tell you it ain't so bad
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Once you've learned how to fall
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We Can't All Be Angels
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| David Lee Murphy |
