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F#mNobody eC#lse here D#baby F#mNo one hC#ere to blD#ame F#mNo one tC#o point thD#e finger It's justB you and C#me and the D#rain It's thC#e blind leaD#ding the bBlond It's thC#e stuff, it's theD# stuff of countryB songs
Hey if BGod willC# send hisD# angels And if BGod willC# send a sD#ign And if BGod will C#send hisD# angels WouldD# everythinC#g be alriBght
Repeat chords: God has got his phone off the hook, babe Would he even pick up if he could It's been a while since we saw that child Hanging 'round this neighbourhood You see his mother dealing in a doorway See Father Christmas with a begging bowl Jesus sister's eyes are a blister The High Street never looked so low It's the blind leading the blond It's the cops collecting for the cons If God will send his angels And if God will send a sign And if God will send his angels Where do we go Where do we go Jesus never let me down You know Jesus used to show me the score Then they put Jesus in show business Now it's hard to get in the door It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs But I guess it was something to go on So where is the hope and where is the faith And the love...what's that you say to me Does love...light up your Christmas Tree The next minute you're blowing a fuse And the cartoon network turns into the news If God will send his angels I sure could use them here right now Well if God would send his angels Where do we go I don't want to lie (Where do we go) I don't want to have a feel for the song And I want to love, and I... (Where do we go) And I want to feel alone