I stumble and i'm in

You fit me with those angel wings

Set me go

Set me high

Set it up while i'm in the sky

But the storm is gone

And the temperature's high

And delilah's dining

At my table

I think how lucky we are

Angel at my table, god in my car

Get it at sea

Take a ship

I'd christen her "victory"

She'd make it



Victory

Victory



Come on boys

Let's push it hard

You bump down, push your motorcart

Come on boys

You done us proud

The sweat, just mop it right off your brow



Victory

Victory

Victory

Victory



So the storm is gone

And the temperature's high

And delilah's dining

At my table



Till the storm is gone

And the temperature's high

And delilah's dining

At my table




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