I used to like
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Making love then
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Getting up
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And never having to explain
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I've always been free
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I never could see me
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Dragin' no ball and chain
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I like running around
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And being tied down
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Never was my cup of tea
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But since I've been holding an angel
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A little heaven's rubbing off on me
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And I'm beginning to like just sittin' and holding hands
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Looking into her eyes I'm thinking about future plans
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And then I get the feeling that the life that I'd been leading ain't all it's cracked
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Up to be
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Since I've been holding an angel
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A little heaven's rubbing off on me
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I used like
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To spend the night
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Sittin' on an old bar stool
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Drinkin' wine and killing time
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With all over those other fools
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But since you took my hand
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I think I understand
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It ain't the way it outta be
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Since I've been holding an angel
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A little heaven's rubbing off on me
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And I'm beginning to like just sittin' and holding hands
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Looking into her eyes I'm thinking about future plans
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And then I get the feeling that the life that I'd been leading ain't all it's cracked
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Up to be
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Since I've been holding an angel
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A little heaven's rubbing off on me
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Since I've been holding an angel
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A little heaven's rubbing off on me
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A Little Heaven's Rubbing Off On Me
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| George Strait |
