Looks like the river's turned,
Walk out on bridges burned.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
There is an angel,
and she's watching over me,
There is an angel,
And she's lying next to me, next to me.
Looks like the fire has burnt,
Dried all the tears that come.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
There is an angel,
and she's watching over me,
There is an angel,
And she's lying next to me, next to me.
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