The angel on the other side.
Sweet angel on the other side
Waiting for your ride,
How the morning sun made a halo
around your hair.
How I wish I was over there
or you over here
I could be with you any where.
But we are divided by the train
And I know Ill never see you again.
I hope the lucky lips
that kisses you tonight
treats you and loves you right,
both day and night.
Farewell sweet angel of mine,
riding on the brown line.
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