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Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

And though I never got her name
Or time to find out anything
I loved her just the same
And though I rode a different road
And sang a different song
I'll love her 'til my last breath's gone

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Like a river made of silver
Everyone came running to the scene
I was shot down in cold blood
By an angel in blue jeans

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (hey)
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (hey)
Hey

Late that night, she got away
I chased her to the turnpike
Then lost her where the music never plays
And though I rolled upon the stones
And fell into the water
I'll love her 'til my judgement day

Like a sunrise made of white lines
Everything was nothing as it seems
I was shot down in cold blood
By an angel in blue jeans

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (hey)
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (hey)
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (hey)

I hear voices calling all around, I keep falling down
I think my heart could pound right out of me
I see a million different ways to never leave this maze alive

I woke up in somebody's arms
Strange and so familiar
Where nothing could go wrong
Barely alive or nearly dead
Somehow awake in my own bed
And there you are

Like a highway headed my way
Life is but a dream
I was shot down by your love
My angel in blue jeans

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (hey)
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (hey)
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (hey)
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (hey)

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah (hey)
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah (hey)
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (hey)
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah (hey)

Writer(s): Espen Lind, Amund Bjorklund, Pat Monahan

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