The voice on the telephone sounds awful angry
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And somehow it doesn't fit in
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With the face in the picture I keep on my dresser
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Of the girl I once called my best friend
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We drank from the fountain of good times and dreaming
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But these lawyers have poisoned the well
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And as our love is dying they're making a killing
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On heartaches and furniture sales
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And the line between evil and good disappears
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And now it's so hard to tell
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Am I shaking a demon that's after my soul
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Or sending an angel to Hell?
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Am I right or is she right or are we both wrong?
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Or is it even about that at all?
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As Heaven is fading we're fighting and fussing
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And the devil's just having a ball.
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And the line between evil and good disappears
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And now it's so hard to tell
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Am I shaking a demon that's after my soul
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Or sending an angel to Hell?
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Angel
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| Jamey Johnson |
