| Stop by to say I love you
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| Every time he passes through
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| I was lost and I had missed you
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| They’re the words I listen to
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| And even if I stop
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| I know the conversation will go on
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| And every word I haven’t said I take for granted
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| I’ve packed my bag a hundred times
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| Told my mom I’m coming home
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| Bought a ticket down the river
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| The only current that I know
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| But a day becomes a year
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| And all the kisses cover the fears
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| And the tears become the dawn of another day
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| And the angels on the banks
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| Come to row me down the river
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| These strangers with their angel wings
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| All these strangers on the banks
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| Come to row me down the river
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| With their angel wings
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| Their angel wings
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| I had a dream that I was pretty
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| That I could fool your wild eyes
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| Start believing that I’m witty
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| That I’d never compromise
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| The dreams we fool
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| The Mozart room
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| The old tattoo I got from you
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| I try to wash it off my body one last time
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| Before the angels on the banks
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| Come to row me down the river
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| These strangers with their angel wings
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| All the strangers on the banks
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| Have come to row me down the river
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| With their angel wings
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| Their angel wings
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| Oh, I’ve never been rescued before
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| Oh, I’ve never seen the end of a war
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| I’ve never caught the grace of a lullaby
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| Not the way that all the angels sing tonight
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| All the angels on the banks
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| Have come to row me down the river
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| These strangers with their angel wings
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| All these strangers on the banks
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| Have come to row me down the river
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| With their angel wings
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| Their angel wings |