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E A A9 E A A9
In the crowded part of heaven there's room enough for pain
C#m B A E B
On the lonely side of living without you it's the same
E A A9 E A A9
With my back against the window it's hard to see the street
C#m B A E B E
So the time just goes by in minutes and the rain comes down in sheets
A B E A B E
You can't go home again your treated like a memory
F#m B E
It's just place you use to be
A B E A B E
The past will lose you and abuse you
F# F#m B7
It's just about to take it's toll on me
E A A9 E A A9
When the gates are standing open and my soul's too weak to fly
C#m B A E E7
When that silver blue turns golden by and by
A D E A D E
Oh Angeline
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