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She was born at a stop on the Kansas state line
In the of a Dodge in the summer time
Her momma named her Indiana like their plate
And with the hum of the tires on the
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 better chance of it
In else's arms"

And a crazy thing
Fate has perfect
All the way down the
Angels working
Angels overtime

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was
She was
She was