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When she moves
She moves like an angel
When she smiles
She smiles
When she grooves
She grooves across the thunderclouds
Gathered round the misty mountain
On a hillside in the rain
When she speaks
She speaks of the nicest things
When she cries
She cries
As for me
I do believe there'll never be
No other talking 'bout my angel
No other talking 'bout my girl
I think I'll be leaving here today
All of my close friends
have gone, gone away
And I am much too sad
to change my ways
Ain't that crazy
I'm much too lazy
In the sky
The sky hanging all around
Hangs a thread to rain
Here am I
Am I just where I want to be
On the side of misty mountain
On a hillside in the rain
Don't you know I'm talking bout my girl
On a hillside in the rain
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