Angel

Tell me something that troubles me:
When you look at me, what do you see
To take a chance on a three-time loser like me?

You talk of trusting and sometimes I do
But what makes an angel like you
Waste time on a broken-down hero like me?

I can’t believe you’d want to keep going bail
For a shop-soiled knight errant with trouble on his trail

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 It makes no sense that you’d want to keep going bail
For an ex-crusader with a hell-hound on this tail

 Anyway when I see you again
I’ll be praying just the same
That you still have time for a three-time loser like me

 Words & Music by David Harley, copyright 1975

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