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She was at a rest stop on the Kansas state line
In the of a Dodge in the summer time
Her momma named her Indiana like license plate
And the hum of the tires on the interstate
She was

They left her at a up in Colorado
In a blanket with her written on a note
They said, "Forgive us for not takin' her
But this child has a chance of makin' it
In else's arms"

And it's a thing
has perfect wings
All the way the line
Angels overtime
Angels overtime

She was raised in a called Cheyenne Wells
But she never fit in and everyone tell
she didn't belong in some prairie town
And when she turned she bought a ticket out
On a

They stopped a few out of Santa Fe
She got out for a smoke and they drove
She a ride with a boy right out of school
He said "I'm headed out west" and she
"Me to if alright"

And it's a thing
has perfect wings
All the way down the
Angels working
Angels overtime

It took a couple hundred miles they fell in love
They forever was the only thing good enough
And in a moment of passion in a motel
held on tight and their aim was true
Now countin' down the days
And dreamin' all in an apartment in LA

It's a crazy
Fate has perfect
All the way down the
working overtime

It's a crazy
Fate has perfect
All the way down the
Angels overtime
working overtime

She was at a rest stop
On the state line
Angels overtime

She was
She was
She was