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There will always be lovers with borders of their own
And you may charge across in a golden chariot
But you will never be home
I had dreams like distant thunder
I had hope like a prayer unheard
Now this is nothing less than perfect
In a less than perfect world
All those angels running
Picking up the pieces
Putting back together hearts broke long ago
I know a good thing when I see it
And it's a bad thing to let go
(Patty Larkin)
And you may charge across in a golden chariot
But you will never be home
I had dreams like distant thunder
I had hope like a prayer unheard
Now this is nothing less than perfect
In a less than perfect world
All those angels running
Picking up the pieces
Putting back together hearts broke long ago
I know a good thing when I see it
And it's a bad thing to let go
(Patty Larkin)