not here If I could fly I'd fly away Away from here I don't want nobody else If it's not you And you're not here
Proof Not many are lucky enough to have a guardian angel like you Lord I'm so thankful, please don't think I don't feel grateful, I do Just grant me the
Tell me have you heard the story That took place not long ago Bout an angel up in heaven They say she up and ran away from home Word is she had unfinished
then my words are the candles Light it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant you Impatient once tried, but in those angels and bamboo they lit
. . . Christine, you're talking in riddles . . . and it's not like you . . . CHRISTINE (not hearing her, ecstatic) Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant
/FIRMIN (to RAOUL) If you succeed you free us all - this so called "angel" has to fall! RAOUL Angel of music, fear my fury - Here is where you fall! GIRY
[Tony Kakko] Father I have killed many angels, I think. I will now walk to the sea. I hope you will someday forgive me Please moor my empty boat on a
Father I have killed many angels, I think. I will now walk in the sea. I hope you will someday forgive me Please moor my empty boat on a pier I can blame
shall be Death [4th Verse] One up in heaven, two here in hell Father please forgive me while I chase this mail Tormented Rollers Try to get it not the
Not many are lucky enough to have a guardian angel like you Lord I'm so thankful, please don't think that I don't feel grateful, I do Just grant me
just not in the physical All across the world, blocks is miserable Ya'll left a void, it's a lot of little yous But they not original and they not identical
NOT A CLUB! [Jorma] IT'S A RAP GROUP! [Mom] Well I'll leave these here and eat them if you... [Jorma] FINE! [Andy] GO TO HELL, MOM! She's an angel on
Ooh, I just hear mom prayin', I just hear gran sayin "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me" Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
that now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death
now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death Liar
what it shall be? Tormented One up in Heaven, two here in Hell Father, please forgive me while I chase this mail Tormented Rollers try to get it not
then my words are the candles Light it up, make a wish and them angels will grant you Impatient once tried but in those angels and bamboo They lit it
