"Little Angel" genre: Pop Vocals
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	A girl's gritty reflection
	Credits: Diane Arkenstone
	Lyrics LITTLE ANGEL She remembers Momma callin' from the back door Sayin' hurry up, dinner's almost done And her brother and her sister runnin' with her Hide and seek, in the sun And her daddy used to come home thru the front door And he'd smile and hold her tenderly He would look at her, call her Little Angel, lovingly Chorus Oh, how'd she ever get this far How'd she ever wind up here What kind of hell is this Use the needle shed a tear She wakes up and hopes it's all a bad dream The pain, of selling her own soul Can't remember how or why this even happened, long ago 2nd chorus Oh, how'd she ever wind up here How could life be so insane What kind of hell is this Is the needle worth the price of this pain And her daddy used to call her Little Angel © 1998 Diane Arkenstone

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