angel of the morning.

Maybe the sun's light will be dim
And it won't matter any how
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 the light

Just call me angel of the morning,
Just touch my cheek before you leave me,
Just call me angel of the morning,
Then slowly turn away
I won't beg you to stay with me
Through the tears of the day
Of the years, baby.
- The Pretenders


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