When Angels Come

I'm not so sure about this. I love Tom Felton's music and I hate how there aren't
any tabs or chords for this so I tried to figure it out... It sounds pretty acurate so, yeah.
~girlfelton

Intro:
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Your lips, your skin, your eyes, your hair
you dont need no touching up. I dont really care
  G
for anything that covers up your beauty
C
cause what God gave you, gorgeous girl, is what will suit me.
        G
And no diamond rings, necklaces and bangles.
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Dont look twice in the mirror, girl,
Youre great from all angles.
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And when the angels come to take me from this world that I was born in,
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Ill say, None of you look half as good as my girlfriend in the morning.
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And when angels come to take me from this world
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Ill say, None of you look half as good as my girl.
C - G, C - G
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So wake up my sweetness, you know that its true,
     C
make-up was designed for other girls to try and look like you.
   G
For my gorgeous, my words no longer cautious,
      C                     *palm mute*              C
you’re like a bottomless pit, completely flawless.
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So watch me free falling head over heart.
     C
Without doubt, the most beautiful piece of art.
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So when my days are through,
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I can say it was all for you.
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And when the angels come to take me from this world that I was born in,
      C                 G                     C                     G
Ill say, None of you look half as good as my girlfriend in the morning.
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And when angels come to take me from this world
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Ill say, None of you look half as good as my girl.
*PLUCKING*
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When the angels rip my face from this planet,
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theyll ask me where my heart is and Ill say,
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She has it…
   G         C
She has it…