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We Don't Talk Anymore

de Foster House

Miss Laura fed the hungry in the church house basement
After sheâd retired from teaching school
She'd pick my son up in her arms on Sundays
To teach him all about the golden rule
I heard those stories about Selma and Tuskeegee
How she helped Martin fill the jails
All I know is she had the strength of ten grown men
Even though her hands were small and frail

She was an everyday angel, the kind without wings
Walking around in this world, just like you and me
Angel, livin' out of love, the kind of people we could use a lot
more of
Just an everyday angel, everyday angel


Marilyn was waiting outside my old man's office
Trying to hide the bruises on her face
He said you don't have to get knocked around anymore
You can come and stay at our place
I didn't know until I had kids of my own
But I learned a big lesson that day
What you do means a whole lot more
Than anything you have to say

Go be an everyday angel, the kind without wings
Walking around in this world, just like you and me
Angel, livin' out love, the kind of people we could use a lot
more of
Just an everyday angel, everyday angel

Dave was gonna meet his wife
In a coffee shop in Brooklyn
When he heard the alarm sing out
9/11,he was running up stairs
That he never got back down, down, d-o-w-n

He was an everyday angel, earnin' his wings
Trying to save people who are just like you and me
Angel, living out love, the kind of people we could use a lot
more of
Just an everyday angel, everyday angel, everyday angel, everyday
angel

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