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1)
I used to know an angel with golden wings
She could ride the currents in the air
She danced on moonbeams
But a hunter put a bullet through those wings of gold
She came tumblin’ down
Anela, girl, please pull yourself back up off of the
ground
Cho:
Anela, please fly back to freedom
Please don’t let him hurt you any more
Your wings shouldn’t be a carpet
For his trophy room floor
2)
That’s
not love that he’s giving you
It’s possession and it’s pain
He dosen’t love you for your good
But only for his gain
It’s not really you he loves, my friend
He loves you as a trophy on his wall
Real love would pick you up
Not always make you fall
Cho:
3)
None
of us can leave for you
But we can hold a torch high
Pull your wings up off the floor
Grounded angels only die
The door is open just a crack,
Please Anela, try to slip through
We other angels here are waiting
To dance the moonbeams with you
Cho X 2:
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