I'm not to young to notice
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Too innocent to see
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Angels all around me
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Trying to break free
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There must be an answer
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I know it in my heart
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And if I knew the question
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I would surely ask
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Sometimes I pretend they're not gone
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That the world still a wonderful song
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And nothing is wrong
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They say that they are leaving
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Their work has all been done
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They say that they are flying
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Back towards the sun
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I know they must have a reason
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To leave us all alone
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But tell me, do the angels have a home?
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Will there still be rainbows?
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Will the flowers grow?
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Summer nights and laughter
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Will there still be snow?
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Sometimes I pretend they're not gone
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That the world still a wonderful song
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And nothing is wrong
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They say that they are leaving
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Their work has all been done
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They say that they are flying
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Back towards the sun
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I know they must have a reason
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To leave us all alone
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But tell me, do the angels have a home?
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When the angels are waving goodbye
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I'm smiling but deep down I cry
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Wondering why, why...
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They say that they are leaving
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Their work has all been done
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They say that they are flying
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Back towards the sun
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I know they must have a reason
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To leave us all alone
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But tell me, do the angels have a home?
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Tell me, do the angels have a home?
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Do The Angels Have A Home?
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