Could be she got lost
Or maybe she just watched
It's hard to say, but anyway,
A little too much TV
It's plain to see And so she goes on
Like a drifting satellite
But tonight When she walks in the dark
Angels hold her hands
Angels hold her hands
When she's falling apart God could keep his own halfAnd now she feels
She'd move on
And make another way of her own
She's gained the wheels And so she fades out
But never control
Like a missing satellite
But tonight Repeat
Angels hold her hands
And wherever she goes Angels follow
Angels hold her hands
When she walks in the dark
When she's falling apartWhen she walks away.
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