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| F#9 | F# | Ab | does an angel conte | mplate 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 sa | lvation 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 | instead |
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| | Ab | Bbm | | And through it all sh | e offers me protection | |
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| | F# | | a lot of love and af | fection |
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| | C# | | whether I’m right or | wrong |
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| | Ab | | and down the wate | rfall |
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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 | instead |
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| F# | Ab | and my p | ain walks down a o | ne way street |
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| F# | Ab | and I kno | w I’ll always be bles | sed with love |
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| Ebm | | and as the feeling grows |
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| F# | | she breathes flesh to my bones |
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| Bbm | B | and w | hen love is dead | |
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| F# | C# | I’m loving | angels instead | |
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| | Ab | Bbm | | And through it all sh | e offers me protection | |
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| | F# | | a lot of love and af | fection |
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| | C# | | whether I’m right or | wrong |
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| | Ab | | and down the wate | rfall |
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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 | instead |
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| | Ab | Bbm | | And through it all she | offers me protection | |
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| | F# | | a lot of love and af | fection |
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| | C# | | whether I’m right or | wrong |
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| | Ab | | and down the wate | rfall |
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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# | Ebm | | when I come to | call she won’t for | sake me |
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| | B9 | F# | C# | | | I’m loving | angels | instead |
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