t soothe me You love it when I'm leaving You love it when I'm leaving Angels with dirty faces Disappear with out traces Them bones Angels with dirty
've seen in the City of Angels have all been one rude awakening that was dues to me in heaven. In this city of fallen angels.
blonde It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs Hey if God will send his angels And if God will send a sign And if God will send his angels
blink leading the blond it's the stuff the stuff of country songs HEY IF GOD WILLS SEND HIS ANGELS AND IF GOD WILL SEND A SIGH AND IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS
four Countdown has begun Apocalypse has got a son Angels Flying over the land of blood Angels Warriors that Heaven forgot Angels Didn't come here for you and me Angels
his way In downtown paradise Where do fallen angels go I just don't know Where do fallen angels go They keep falling, falling, falling... Where do fallen angels
I'm flying, and somethings reaching out Vibrations, can you hear them now Please help us, were running out of time My brothers, we are deathly out of
I'm not the one to complain of bad dreams It's like disease, but without a life It's all a scene with this great directive That we're all lost and we'
And look real close, Across the lines and the roads, It is there to decode... Where you thought was a ghost, Are sparked to explode It's the start of
And the brightest sign, it is full of holes and it's full of paying lost violent criminals with a little fate and the worst of lies, with a love so deep
Oh I know you well All your life Ive watched you breathe Ive watched you lie across the seam through space and time Through every year of every kind Id
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All the phones have rung and rung Theyre off the hook, all but one And all the mail stacked up inside Up from the floor, a mile high And like one would
Its like the day has turned to rust Like every dreams been sealed shut Like every door is closed before we've gotten out As bullets rip the air in two
Cars crash through the streets The west end waves break city heats The east coast storms fill in the sky Winter weekends Cold, unbearable Lifes so terrible
There's a little black, dark, scorched hard divide This is it can you hear me Have you ever felt sad, hurt, buried alive You can do almost anything There
I held my head as it left the ground, The belts grew tight as the blast grew load, A loving wish whispered in my ear, Please lead with grace, all the
