I stumble in and in
You fit me with those angel wings
Set me goal
Set me high
Set it up I抦 in the sky
The storm is gone
(and the storm is gone)
And the temperature抯 high
(and the temperature抯 high)
And delilah is dining
(and delilah is dining)
At my table
Tell any how how how
How lucky we are
Angel at my table
God in my car
Get it at sea
Take a ship
I抎 christen her "victory"
She抎 make it
Vic-to-ry, vic-to-ry
Come on boys
Let抯 push it hard
You bump down, push your motor car
Come on boys
You抳e done us proud
You sweat 抰il I抣l mop it right off your brow
Vic-to-ry, vic-to-ry
Vic-to-ry, vic-to-ry
抰il the storm is gone
(抰il the storm is gone)
And the temperature抯 high
(and the temperature抯 high)
And delilah is dining
(and delilah is dining)
At my table
抰il the storm is gone
(抰il the storm is gone)
And the temperature抯 high
(and the temperature抯 high)
And delilah is dining
(and delilah is dining)
At my table
Hey
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