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Slip and slide Skinned alive in the hard times, hard times I’m just into something good And it comes to an end No escape, more red tape In the sad times, the sad times So I jump back up on my feet Try it over again
‘Cause I’m tied to the wings of an angel And she’s flying away to winds on high I am wrapped in the love of a lady And I’m trapped in the magic of her eyes
Sing and shout You can roll me out for the good times, the good times When every day’s a brand new reason For being alive No more shakes and a lot more breaks In the glad times, the glad times Just sippin’ in all the honey from the flower Like a bee in a hive
Tied to the wings Tied to the wings Tied to the wings of an angel Tied to the wings Tied to the wings of love Tied to the wings Tied to the wings Tied to the wings of an angel Tied to the wings Tied to the wings of love |
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