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Points of light Swear to mother seen a billion points of light I would like to pick a bouquet I would like to carve a crude crown If I could build a ladder high enough If I could climb the sky high enough I'd tear it all down for you I'd pull it all apart for you I built that ladder rung by rung Told you before I heard the song she sung I shoved my head through the clouds and you know the choir was loud Seen a whole lot of angels Seen a whole lot of motorcycle wheels Seen a whole lot of eyeball See a whole lot of babies now I got up this morning The blues were coming down From Letras Mania