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Oscar was an angel and he used to walk the streets
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Shoutin' out some prophecy to everyone he'd meet
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He was a local fixture; like a cop out on a beat
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Folks said he'd been shell-shocked long a- -go
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And more than that, no one seemed to know
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Oscar was a walker, at least four miles twice a day
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The entire length of main street he'd be shoutin' all the way
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And I had no idea, where he'd heard the things he'd say
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But he was not your normal voice of doom
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It was a happy song, sung slightly out of tune
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And he'd say, "Everyone will die and go to
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heaven.
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And we will all be angels some day-aa-aa.
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And what you are in this world don't count for nothin'.
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'Cause we are only children, we're just lost along the way.
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But we will all be angels some day"
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Well I worked at the Rialto; I sold tickets at the door
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And Oscar he'd come by most ev'ry- -day 'bout half past four
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And he'd pay to see some movie that he'd seen ten times before
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But mostly we'd just let him in for free
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And he'd watch five minutes then he'd come and talk to me
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Well it's going on ten years now since I left my home town
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And I went back last summer; for a week I hung a- -round
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I looked out for Oscar; he was nowhere to be found
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Someone said they finally had to com- -mit him and he died
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Before they had time to for- -get him
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Now I'm not about to argue, Oscar's train had jumped the tracks
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But I'll bet my last dollar on a plain and simple fact
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Oscar never said a word about me behind my back
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And the way the I was raised to under- -stand
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Well, that bone, makes him the better man
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Ya, we will all be angels some- -day
