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All These Desperate Angels
all these desperate angels in the morning
talking while the coffee's getting cold
telling me I am no good without you
staring at this shining band of gold
all these desperate angels telling stories
saying I should not have set you free
telling me I am no good without you
certain things I guess will never be
the morning light is filling in the shutters
spilling blue and silver on their wings
and everything they say is true
I know that I am missing you
all these desperate angels and they're staring back at me
all these desperate angels playing poker
every hand another losing game
every chip that falls a day without you
every day without you is the same
all these desperate angels in the morning
talking while the coffee's getting cold
telling me I am no good without you
staring at this shining band of gold
the morning light is filling in the shutters
spilling blue and silver on their wings
and everything they say is true
I know that I am missing you
all these desperate angels and they're staring back at me
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