about your appearance When you get here anyway I already got parents Don't try to put me inline I already got crayons My mama said I could do it I already got clearance Keep your hands
it runs down my spine- Watching your eyes As they invade my soul- Forbidden pleasures I'm afraid to make mine. At the touch of your hand- At the
I feel her close, I swear it's true Yes, I feel right in this moment She looks down on you From angel's land Her tender hand is caring 'Cause a mother
You're my guardian angel Let your light shine for me Tomorrow I can't see a way without you Lonely nights are over You're my magic in the dark Together
fell in love with my rock god I can't keep my hips from swayin' to his sweet melody You see I fell in love my rock, rock god Preacher man took my hand
The city of angels is lonely at night Keep myself alight by candlelight So she can love you like I do Look me in the eyes and say it's true I ask myself
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you, when the angels call like Chorus: Diddy/Dawn yoooooooooooo if you don't wanna stay you can goo but since love don't live here no more the angels
died World painted blood, no sanctuary World painted blood, no sanctuary God send death, watch it bleed, justified Manufactured lives born in hell Angels
fashioned beating within Inches of your life CHORUS 1: While alone and left abandoned With the sentence you've been handed All your angels will ignore
as the beads of a rosary And never too young to die Some souls only know one speed Faster than angels fly They were still holding hands When all hell
And she says take me away And take me farther Surround me now and hold, hold Hold me like holy water, holy water She wants someone to call her Angel
If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight
and Harriet You know what cops coming got your Cat out of the tree All your friends died of old age, but you see I live in South Central Los Angeles
think you should follow your dream. When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things Pretty party dresses, candy and rings You was your Momma's little angel
's hard to say goodbye When I'm holding out my hands Holding out my hands for love That opened my eyes Filled with tears that never dry For you the angels
She is so innocent and when she speaks, I listen She is my angel sent from up above She is my fire and my only one desire She's in the front row, yeah
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