Paroles:
Taking Back Sunday You Re My Angel

I fall asleep, you're all that I see You're in my thoughts and all of my prayers I wish I could be all that you mean to me My angel without wings My angel I wish you

my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday School These bitches

clues for the construction of this thrilling new TREND! Angelic Voices: SUNDAY Greggery: Sunday? WOW! SUNDAY, SATURDAY . . . TUESDAY THROUGH 'MONDAY - MONDAY'! SUNDAY

mark Five, seven, eight, two, one It is now time, for you to come home my dear You've been gone long enough You must come, you must go

Satan's dick Again, you'd see it, you know, right round the lips I'll wait for an angel, but I won't hold my breath 'Magine they're busy, think I'm doing

young, now we're gone Now are you gone? Spoken Section: 5,7,8,2,1. Its now time for you to come home, my dear. You've been gone long enough. Thank you

that you've never been bad You're never wrong and you've never been dirty You're such a saint, that ain't the way we see you You want to rule us with

'd say, "Fly high like the angels Run wild like the devil We're all tryin' to find the middle Between saint and sinner, wrong and right Sunday morning and Saturday night" Back

how you're always in trouble or danger Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to explain sir You do have a right to be, you seem like you're