lie, lie lonely angel And die lonely, my love... Where, oh where is my angel? My angel Marlene Why, I never blamed you My angel Marlene Lie, lie lonely angel
Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back As Jenifer rose and stood over the girl, examining her handiwork Her heart lay motionless beneath her,
Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back as Jenifer rose and stood over the girl, examining her handiwork. Her heart layed motionless beneath her
On this planet you've found Never to look down Trade in my halo For feet on the ground Are you an angel? Are you an angel? Trade in my halo For feet
, and his little shiny pig-hoofs on the desk, GREGGERY ponders the question of ETERNITY (and fractional divisions thereof), as mysterious ANGELIC VOICES
an angel in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling [
you didn't think I'd let you fly forever with that bullshit you've been running Like whatever is whatever You were fly in the beginning Had the laugh of an angel
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Send me an angel in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning,
I... I will I will not I will not No, I will not How dare you, says the angel He crashes down from the heights Shakes the disbeliever Shakes the
song" This pig harassed the whole neighborhood Well this pig worked at the station This pig he killed my homeboy So the fuckin pig, went on a vacation This pig
veinticinco) ahora y 25 despu?¦s... Y a que usted agarre noticia de que Don Miguel ha muerto... Nos veremos en el centro de Los Angeles... Ah?? por la
of my Range Fuck the FEDS, two green and one red Firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life Aces suffice Paper's a must Fallen Angels and Angel dust
If I know my angels, I know what they'd say Be still my little butcher boy, you'll give us all away Be still you wretched little freak, give us room to
me Things are still the same, it seems As when he lived it in his teens as a kid in school Aaron was a junior, the class of 32 His momma called him Angel
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what Larry Parker got me World War XIV my first Sony Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni Billy Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen
