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Angel
on a String |
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Mary’s
back on the horse, my friend
Says she’ll go round ‘til it
throws her again.
Asks me if I ever learned to fly
Closes her eyes and says, “I do
it all the time.”
So close to heaven, looking down
on everything
But she’s only an angel on a
string
Standing at the shore, she can’t
cross
Counted all her coins, but now
they’re lost
The boatman waits, where the
water is fire
But she’s only a bird on a wire.
So close to heaven, looking down
on everything
But she’s only an angel on a
string
SOLO
So close to heaven, she longs to
spread her wings
But she’s only an angel on a
string
Only an angel on a string
Mary rode that horse around the
sun
But a carousel stops right where
it’s begun
She asks me if I ever learned to
fly
Closes her eyes and says, “I do
it all the time.”
“I do it all the time.”
So close to heaven, looking down
on everything
But she’s only an angel on a
string
But she’s only an angel on a
string
So close to heaven, she longs to
spread her wings
But she’s only an angel on a
string
Only an angel on a string
Only an angel on a string |
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