you walk like the angels talk
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where are you from
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you want to walk and talk like angels talk
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tell me then some
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with a room by the sea
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and a voice in the sand
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telling me your truth
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and telling me your view
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in how you see the world
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spinning, spinning round
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and what is love and what is death
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the fears you have to put to rest
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and so you walk
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like angels talk
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you want to walk and talk like the angels talk
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this I hear
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you want to walk and talk like the angels
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tell me then dear
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with a smile in the sun
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and a face in the sand
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sitting on a swing
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unfolding bits of string
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the face is innocence
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but the words are something more
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it's in the voice
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it's in the sound
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it's in the way the world is round
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and so we walk
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like angels talk
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you want to walk and talk like the angels talk
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this I hear
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you want to walk and talk like the angels
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tell me then dear
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you see it's easy running angels down
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and I can't help but shutter from the sound
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it's that small girl
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down by the sea
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found the angel in me
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the words are such
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I'll always recall
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as they faded into day
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as they faded into day
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as they faded into day
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as they faded into day
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Walk and Talk Like Angels
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| Toni Childs |
