That night we drank wine from the crazy well. Shot a shotgun out the window of our automobile. We was young, we was wild
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and we sure had our fun. Until the sheriff caught up with us and we tried to run. Now we return to Earth on borrowed wings
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lifted from the shoulders of sweet dreaming angels. Now the world beyond the world we never will reach, 'cause you can't
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get to heaven on no... borrowed wings. Now Lucinda here she once ran a fine beauty parlor, 'til her boyfriend got twenty
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years for robbing them liquor stores. She took some pills in a motel room a mile from his prison cell. Then she sank like
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a stone to the blue bottom of the swimming pool. Now she returns to Earth on borrowed wings lifted from the shoulders of
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sweet dreaming angels. Now the world beyond the world she never will reach, 'cause you can't get to heaven on no... borrowed
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wings. Between a rock called heaven and a hard place called home, we wander the shadows so restless and lonesome. For in
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the fallow field where what's reaped is what's sewn there lies a road to ruin and it's paved with our tombstones. So if
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you catch my reflection in a sheet of summer rain, pray tell do remain silent for fear you'll awaken them beautiful owners
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of the wings that we bear for fear they'll reclaim them and send us back there. For we return to Earth on borrowed wings
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lifted from the shoulders of sweet dreaming angels. Now the world beyond the world we never will reach, 'cause you can't
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get to heaven on no... no borrowed wings.
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Borrowed Wings
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| Jim White |
