Ross Wilson
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Ever alone and isolated
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And deep within the soul
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And ever optimistic
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That one day we'll reach the goal
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An inner voice deeps pushing
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Saying we must do our best
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while all the time we know
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That we'll be settling for less
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But we're not angels
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We're not angles
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Well things are moving faster
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That we'll ever comprehend
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Now to some it's a comfort
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To have faith that life don't end
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Always hoping for a second chance
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To fulfill our desires
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We got looking for a saviour
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When we fall into the fire
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But we're no angels
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We're no angels
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I never said I was an angel
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We're no angels
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So some on and spread your arms
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Like wings on wind
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Trying to get up higher
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To be a little like an angel
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To be like Gabriel
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There's a demon dwelling down below
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Darker than us all
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Though once he was a pretty angel
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Who never thought he would fall
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So we follow dreams
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We seek what's real
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Always knowing that we
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Will never be
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Angels
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We're no angels
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We're no angels
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I never claimed to be
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An angel
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We're not angels
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We're No Angels
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John Farnham |