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i stumble and i'm inyou fit me with those angel wingsset me goset me highset it up while i'm in the skybut the storm is goneand the temperature's highand Delilah's diningat my tablei think how lucky we areangel at my table, god in my carget it at seatake a shipi christen her victory she'd make itvictoryvictorycome on boyslet's push it hardyou bump down, push your motorcartcome on boysyou done us proudthe sweat, just mop it right off your browvictoryvictoryvictoryvictoryso the storm is goneand the temperature's highand delilah's diningat my tabletill the storm is goneand the temperature's highand delilah's diningat my table. hey
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