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Angel Of The Morning
ANGEL OF THE MORNING
Merrilee Rush & The Turnabouts
Words And Music by Chip Taylor
There'll be no strings to bind your hands,
Not if my love can't bind your heart.
And there's no need to take a stand,
For it was I who chose to start.
I see no reason to take me home,
I'm old enough to face the dawn.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Then slowly turn away... from me.
Maybe the sun's light will be dim
And it won't matter anyhow.
If morning's echo says we've sinned,
Well, it was what I wanted now.
And if we're the victims of the night,
I won't be blinded by light.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Then slowly turn away...
I won't beg you to stay... with me...
Through the tears... of the day....
Of the years... baby, baby --
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby....
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Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby....
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Of the years... baby, baby --
Through the tears... of the day....
I won't beg you to stay... with me...
Then slowly turn away...
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
I won't be blinded by light.
And if we're the victims of the night,
Well, it was what I wanted now.
If morning's echo says we've sinned,
And it won't matter anyhow.
Maybe the sun's light will be dim
Then slowly turn away... from me.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
I'm old enough to face the dawn.
I see no reason to take me home,
For it was I who chose to start.
And there's no need to take a stand,
Not if my love can't bind your heart.
There'll be no strings to bind your hands,
Words And Music by Chip Taylor
Merrilee Rush & The Turnabouts
ANGEL OF THE MORNING
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