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Reasoned verse some prose or rhyme
Lose themselves in other times
And waiting hopes cast silent spells
That speak in clouded clues
It cannot be
If the angels have sweethearts then I want you for mine
I'd be a tramp and sleep in the street 
Or I'd be a beggar with rags on my feet
If I knew
If the angels have sweethearts then I want you for mine
I'd be a tramp and sleep in the street or I'd be a beggar with rags on my feet
If I knew
and leave you behind to face life alone bear this in mind
I'll be a waiting if heaven's my fate
To take you by the hand just inside the pearly gates
Will
If the angels have sweethearts then I want you for mine
I'd be a tramp and sleep in the street or I'd be a beggar with rags on my feet
If I knew
there
Someday in heaven with the angels I'll sing
And these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

He's fightin' a fever, in spite
Do you think of the cross on which Jesus died
Of the blood he shed for you?
Are you prepared to meet him in that land of love
By his word, are you
died
And get ready to meet him someday

When Jesus comes down from heaven above
And you haven't thought of that cross
He'll cast you aside in
In the garden where he was cast out by the Lord
Flames an omni-directional sword
For he as ever failed to gather up the fruit
And thus was
Comin' out of me
Will just tear through you
In and out of you
Up and down your life
Like a curse
Cast by the only son of rags
Who would wrap you up
that that's what you deserve?

You touch my arm with your hand
And my secret eye sees your shirt on the floor
And I pull away while trying to stay by
First thing we'd climb a tree
And maybe then we'd talk
Or sit silently
And listen to our thoughts
With illusions of someday
Cast in a golden light
No
there
Someday in heaven with the angels I'll sing
And these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

He's fightin' a fever, in spite
Down in Jamaica where the soft winds blow
I took a trip it was a long time ago
From distant shores the music gently played
And I was hypnotized by
Do you think of the cross on which Jesus died?
Of the blood He shed for you
Are you prepared to meet Him in that land of love
By His word are you
Cast by the only son of rags
 who would wrap you up in all the finest tatters
But he wanted nothing more, my loved one,
 than to wrap you up in JOY
there
Someday in heaven with the angels I'll sing
And these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

He's fightin' a fever, in spite
again
With feelings of a new day
But what we feel I know we'll, miss
And someday I'll look back at this
And know by then the life that we were meant
My breast is cradled
In the curve of my guitar
I'm breaking strings
And other things
Playing hard
No I'm not on the rag
But I'm not on the run
fate,
The bribe kept concealed.
He casts his blade with vengeance
and pierced his father's soul.
Satan would take him.

You live by the sword,
trousers
In the ballroom's decadence
Moaning gently of her dreaming
By escorted precedence

Antiquated babblings
From a constant stream of thought
you're gonna miss someday
Hold on baby hold on 
Cast it all to the wind
If everything you had was a lie, more power to you
Go do what you want with
On Mardi Gras day the Tennessee kid
Awoke in a puddle
Of his own worst fears
Haunted by the ghost
Of vague remembrance
No corporeal beast he could
piece by piece

You see
I am your destination
Where you always want to be
A heartfelt emotion
Cast aside and then I feel

Lonely
We are not alone
life before was such a mess
There's no use dwelling on the past
My broken heart was in a cast
Then you showed up and it began to heal

'Cause you're