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Angels (Explicit) - The Jazz Butcher
International caller on my line
Tomorrow's just another distance
Put in a call to a friend of mine
Just to say hello
But
What if there were angels
Oh sometimes I swear that I can see them there
Making jokes and wearing black
And speaking English just like me
Bright and kind and young and good
So come on you
I know that we could still be that way
What do you say
It's 2 am and I'm feeling fine
Staying up late with these men of mine
I've seen the angels and the things they do and every one
Just makes me think of you
So come on
Come on come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on come on
Making jokes and wearing black
And wearing black and wearing black
And they're right and good and wearing black
And just like you
And
Always on my mind
Just the whole time
Angels
I can see them
Here they come now
There's thousands of them
They're holding you up
They're bearing you up
They're holding you up
They're holding you up
I want to hold you in my arms hold you in my arms
I want to hold you in my arms hold you in my arms
I want to hold you in my arms hold you in my arms
I want to hold you in my arms hold you in my arms
I want to hold you in my arms hold you in my arms
I want to hold you in my arms hold you in my arms
I want to hold you in my arms hold you in my arms
I want to hold you in my arms hold you in my arms
Angels