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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Angel”

• Adam ant/marco pirroni/boz boorer Well come tell me your story Ill tell you mine Sunday morning communion Standing in a line Feeling like a cannibal Eating flesh and drinking blood Diguised as wine I know someday were gonna see Wings spring out from your shoulders What kind of being are you? For there are moments upon moments Upon moments When you hardly seem to walk the earth And I realize Ive spent my whole life searching Searching for an angel For an angel (youre an angel) So come tell me your story Ill tell you all Looking at rococco statues And paintings on the wall Sitting up there high and mighty Was this eden was this hell? I had to know

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