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From the guy who stopped for the child on the street
To put a dollar in his hand for something to eat
And to the mother who works every hour god’s made
To put the kids through school and get the loans repaid
She’s some kind of hero
He’s come kind of saviour
Maybe they’re angels

Cause not all the angels
Not all the angels
Not all the angels sit at heaven’s table

There’s a woman who listens on the all-night-phone
To another lost soul tryin’ to get back home
I’ve seen a guy pull a stranger from a burning wreck
In the beat of a heart, give his very last breath
That’s some kind of hero
She’s some kind of saviour
Maybe they’re angels

Cause not all the angels
Not all the angels
Not all the angels sit at heaven’s table
Heaven’s table
Some see the heroes
And some call them saviours
Well I think they’re angels
Cause not all the angels
Not all the angels
Not all the angels sit at heaven’s table
Heaven’s table

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