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• Artiste: Sons of Legion
• Titre: Angels
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One, two, three He walks into the box, that he calls a home Half a cigarette, is lying by the stove He don't talk to God, so he listens to the news It tells him he ain't safe, and the world is ending soon He says "Why am I so ugly, and why are you? And why do all these lies seem closer than the truth? Have I lost the virtue of patience? Did I slip right through the cracks? And if I'm losing my way, how do I get back?" My faith has been shaken, we're all out here waiting For someone to save us, but Maybe wе, could be, Angels Maybe wе, could be, Angels He waits at a traffic light that used to be a stop sign There's a girl begging on the corner, with hunger in her eyes She's too young to drink, but too old to get high at home, or so her mama thinks Now she's out here alone See a business man walk by, with a briefcase and a suit He's yelling on the phone, cause he's getting some bad news He said his son ain't doing too well, that he ODed in the park But could he save him Maybe we, could be, Angels Maybe we, could be, Angels Maybe we, we could be, Angels Yeah, yeah Oh, oh Angels We could be