Well, the radio played
And the bed was made
And my lover watched the sunlight
As it crawled into the shade
To the shade
And he left the room as softly as he came
Well, it was not spring
And it was not in the fall
Was the middle of the winter
When he pinned me to the wall
To the wall
It was freezin' when he pinned me to the wall
So I pulled on my coat
And I sewed up my dress
As my lover lay there sleepin' well
I packed my things and left
When I left
Well, that sun was barely risin' when I left
Well, the devil has been known
To chase angels from their homes
And I know I've got some angel left inside me
But my halo's hangin' low
My halo's hangin' low
And I'm nine hundred miles from my home
And the bed was made
And my lover watched the sunlight
As it crawled into the shade
To the shade
And he left the room as softly as he came
Well, it was not spring
And it was not in the fall
Was the middle of the winter
When he pinned me to the wall
To the wall
It was freezin' when he pinned me to the wall
So I pulled on my coat
And I sewed up my dress
As my lover lay there sleepin' well
I packed my things and left
When I left
Well, that sun was barely risin' when I left
Well, the devil has been known
To chase angels from their homes
And I know I've got some angel left inside me
But my halo's hangin' low
My halo's hangin' low
And I'm nine hundred miles from my home
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