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Underneath this canopy of snow
Where fifty-seven winters Took their toll Where did you go? And I believed in you I believed in you Like Elvis Presley Singing psalms on a Sunday (Where did you go?) Well she's gone to meet her maker Back to where she came from Come to save her soul... Come to save her soul... Come to take her home 'Cause it's late and past Your bedtime Well past bedtime Angel My angel Fly over me Angel... She took her life Within her hands She took her life Within her own two hands And no-one can tell her What to do now And I believed in you I believed in you Like Elvis Presley Singin live from Las Vegas (Where did you go?) Well she's gone to meet Her maker Back to where she came from Come to save her soul... |
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Well I was born an original sinner.
I was borne from original sin. And if I had a dollar bill For all the things I've done There'd be a mountain of money Piled up to my chin... My mother told me good My mother told me strong. She said "be true to yourself And you can't go wrong." "But there's just one thing That you must understand." "You can fool with your brother - But don't mess with a missionary man." Don't mess with a missionary man. Don't mess with a missionary man. Well the missionary man He's got God on his side. He's got the saints and apostles Backin' up from behind. Black eyed looks from those Bible books. He's a man with a mission Got a serious mind. There was a woman in the jungle And a monkey on a tree. The missionary man he was followin' me. He said "stop what you're doing." "Get down upon your knees." "I've got a message for you that you better believe." (Chorus repeats...) |
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Underneath this canopy of snow
Where fifty-seven winters Took their toll Where did you go? And I believed in you I believed in you Like Elvis Presley Singing psalms on a Sunday (Where did you go?) Well she's gone to meet her maker Back to where she came from Come to save her soul... Come to save her soul... Come to take her home 'Cause it's late and past Your bedtime Well past bedtime Angel My angel Fly over me Angel... She took her life Within her hands She took her life Within her own two hands And no-one can tell her What to do now And I believed in you I believed in you Like Elvis Presley Singin live from Las Vegas (Where did you go?) Well she's gone to meet Her maker Back to where she came from Come to save her soul... |
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