Three angels up above the street
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Each one playing a horn
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Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
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They're been there since Christmas morn'
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The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash
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Then a lady in a bright orange dress
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One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels
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The Tenth Avenue bus going west
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The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around
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A man with a badge skips by
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Three fellows crawling on their way back to work
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Nobody stops to ask why
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The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
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Where the angels stand high on their poles
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The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
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In this concrete world full of souls
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The angels play on their horns all day
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The whole earth in progressions seems to pass by
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But does anyone hear the music they play ?
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Does anyone even try ?
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Three Angels
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Bob Dylan |