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No problem believing, in what she can't understand or seeing What she can't hold in her hand Faith is her religion You can see it in her eyes When all the saints and the sinners, stop to wave bye-bye And the holy rollers, come down from the sky Chorus She's got the heart of an angel, but she cries like a little girl She's got the heart of an angel Well don't she cry, don't she cry, cry, cry The sign said