There's an angel on a ribbon
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Hanging from the armoire door
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There's a Cupid with his feet crossed
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On the bird cage by the door
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There's a baby angel drummer
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His eyes are open wide
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And two more tiny cherubs
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On the mantle side by side
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Too many angels
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Have seen me crying
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Too many angels
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Have heard you lying
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There are photographs of children
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All in their silver frames
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On the window sills and tabletops
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Lit by candle flames
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And upon their angel faces
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Life's expectations climb
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Where the moment has preserved them
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From the ravages of time
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Too many angels
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Have seen me crying
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Too many angels
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Have heard you lying
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Bring the morning on
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Voices sing of day
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I want to step out in the morning sun
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Through the flood of tears
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I want this darkness gone
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Your sweet face appears
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These apparitions coming one by one
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But there's no end in sight
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Only the dead of night
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And too many angels
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Too many angels
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Have seen me crying
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Too many angels
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Have heard you lying
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Too many angels
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Bring the morning on
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Voices sing of day
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I want to step out in the morning sun
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Through the flood of tears
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I want to greet the dawn
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Cast away these fears
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Forget about the things we could have done
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Bring the morning on
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Voices sing of day
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I want to watch the children as they run
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Through the broken years
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I want this darkness gone
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Your sweet face appears
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These apparitions coming one by one
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But there's no end in sight
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Only the dead of night
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And too many angels
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Too Many Angels
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| Jackson Browne |
