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Angels

This song is by The Jazz Butcher and appears on the album Distressed Gentlefolk (1986).

International caller on my line;
Tomorrow's just another distance.
Put in a call to a friend of mine
Just to say hello
But
What if there were angels?
Oh, sometimes I swear that I can see them there:

Making jokes and wearing black
And speaking English just like me;
Bright and kind and young and good,
So come on, you,
I know that we could still be that way.
What do you say?

It's two a.m. and I'm feeling fine,
Staying up late with these men of mine.
I've seen the angels and the things they do and every one
Just makes me think of you.
So come on.

Making jokes and wearing black
And wearing black and wearing black
And they're right and good and wearing black
And just like you
And
Always on my mind.
Just the whole time.
Angels

I can see them.
Here they come now.
There's thousands of them.
They're bearing you up.
They're holding you up.
I want to hold you in my arms.

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