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Did it hurt when you fell out of the sky?
Darling, you don't have to be so shy
There ain't no way an angel like you should have to lie
Did it hurt when you fell out of the sky?

Take my hand and lead me out the door
I will follow blindly, honey say no more
If you ever feel the need to pick my love up off the floor
Take my hand and lead me out the door

The things we say to make ourselves believe
Whatever possessed you to think you had to leave
The things we do to keep ourselves in tune
The things I'd do to be with you

Is it wrong of me to try?
To find the patience and the time
Living on the blacktop, keeping my head high
Is it wrong of me to try?

Between the motel rooms and bars
I sometimes feel I haven't traveled far
I see you in the driver's seat of every passing car
Between the motel rooms and bars

The things we say to make ourselves believe
Whatever possessed you to think you had to leave
The things we do to keep ourselves in tune
The things I'd do to stay with you