Angels In America lyrics
People dying from lonely days
Were walking and trying to take our souls away Were just spending out our time angels in America slapping on a dime Slide here for me Get these chains away and I'm never quite free She walks like she is on a line Angels in America trying to get things done All on a bad day All on a run way.. She says IM OK. Bright lights shine in midnight He's dying for his children looking for his life She wonders why she's got to die? Angels in America trying to hard to fly This time well make it on or own The forces are teeming and the guns are coming low All on a bad day all on a bad day.
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