There¡¯ll be no strings to bind your hands
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Not if my love can find your heart
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And there¡¯s no need to take a stand
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For it was I who choose to start
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I see no need to take me home
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I¡¯m old enough to face the dawn
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Just call me angel of the morning, angel
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Just touch my cheek before you leave me
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Oh my baby
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Just call me angel of the morning, angel
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Then slowly turn away from me
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Maybe the sunlight will be dim
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But it won¡¯t matter anyhow
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If morning¡¯s echoes say we¡¯ve sinned
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Then it was what I wanted now
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And if we¡¯re victims of the night
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I won¡¯t be blinded by the light
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Just call me angel of the morning, angel
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Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
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Just call me angel of the morning
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Then slowly turn away from me
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Just call me angel of the morning, angel
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Just touch my cheek before you leave me
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Oh my baby
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Just call me angel of the morning, angel
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Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
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Just call me angel of the morning, angel
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Just touch my cheek before you leave me
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Oh my baby
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Just call me angel of the morning, angel
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Angel Of The Morning.
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| Anne Murray |
