Robbie Williams
Angels

      


I sit and w[E]ait. 
Does an angel contempl[A]ate my f[C#m]ate. 
[B]And do they kn[E]ow 
the places where we go 
when we're grey and [Asus2]old.   [C#m]    [B]    
Cuz I have been t[A]old 
that salv[Asus2]ation 
lets their w[E]ings unfold.[C#m] 
So when I'm lyi[D]ng in my bed, 
thoughts r[A]unning through my head, 
and I f[E]eel that love is dead. 
I[D]'m loving an[E]gels instead.

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[E]And through it [B]all 
she offers me pro[C#m]tection, 
a lot of love and aff[A]ection, 
whether I'm right or wr[E]ong. 
And down the waterf[B]all 
wherever it may t[C#m]ake me, 
I know that life won't br[A]eak me. 
When I come to c[E]all, 
she won't fors[D]ake me. 
I'm loving [E]angels instead.

[E]When I'm feeling weak 
and my pain walks down a [A]one way street[C#m],   
[B]I look ab[E]ove 
and I know I'll always be [Asus2]blessed with love[C#m].   
[B]And [D]as the feeling grows 
she breathes [A]flesh to my bones 
and w[E]hen love is dead, 
I[D]'m loving an[E]gels instead.

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