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Lyrics:
Could be she got lost
Or maybe, she just watched
A little too much TV
It's hard to say, but anyway
It's plain to see
And she goes on
Like a drifting satelite
But tonight
CHORUS
Angels hold her hands
When she walks in the dark
Angels hold her hands
When she's falling apart
God could keep His own half acre
She'd move on
And make another way of her own
And now she feels
She's gained the wheel
But never control
And so she fades out
Like a missing satellite
But tonight
Repeat chorus
BRIDGE
And wherever she goes
Angels follow
Angels hold her hands
When she walks in the dark
Angels hold her hands
When she walks away
When she's falling apart
Words by Ian Eskelin and Doug McKelvey
Music by Ian Eskelin and Dave Clo
Produced by Ian Eskelin
©1997 Bridge Building Music
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