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| F#9 | F# | Ab | | does an angel | contemplate | my fate | |
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| C# | | and do they | know the places where we go |
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| F#9 | F# | Ab | | when we’re grey | and | old | |
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| F# | Bbm | F# | | that salv | ation lets their | wings unfold | |
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| B | | so when I’m | lying in my bed |
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| F# | | thoughts | running through my head |
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| C# | | and I | feel that love is dead |
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| B9 | F# | C# | | I’m loving | angels in | stead |
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| Ab | Bbm | | And through it | all she offers me pro | tection |
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| F# | | a lot of love and | affection |
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| C# | | whether I’m right or | wrong |
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| Ab | | and down the water | fall |
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| Bbm | | wherever it may | take me |
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| F# | | I know that life won’t | break me |
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| C#/F | Ebm | | when I come to | call she won’t for | sake me |
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| B9 | F# | C# | | | I’m loving | angels in | stead |
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| F#9 | F# | Ab | | and my pain walks down | a one | way street | |
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| F#9 | F# | Ab | | and I know I’ll always be | blessed | with love | |
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| B | | and | as the feeling grows |
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| F# | | she breathes | flesh to my bones |
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| B9 | F# | C# | | I’m loving | angels in | stead |
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| Ab | Bbm | | And through it | all she offers me pro | tection |
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| F# | | a lot of love and | affection |
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| C# | | whether I’m right or | wrong |
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| Ab | | and down the water | fall |
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| Bbm | | wherever it may | take me |
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| F# | | I know that life won’t | break me |
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| C#/F | Ebm | | when I come to | call she won’t for | sake me |
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| B9 | F# | C# | | | I’m loving | angels in | stead |
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| Ab | Bbm | | And through it | all she offers me pro | tection |
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| F# | | a lot of love and | affection |
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| C# | | whether I’m right or | wrong |
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| Ab | | and down the water | fall |
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| Bbm | | wherever it may | take me |
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| F# | | I know that life won’t | break me |
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| C#/F | Ebm | | when I come to | call she won’t for | sake me |
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| B9 | F# | C# | | | I’m loving | angels in | stead |
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