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Friday S Angels

heroes stare with glossy smiles - Fridays Angels They always had that special style - Fridays Angels Standing naked dressings at trial - Fridays Angels

shit BUMP But every now and then they say (he's wack) But deep down in your hear you and them dudes from Ridley's don't believe that Everyone's down

The angels in your bedroom softly sing her name. It's getting easier to sleep now. So you feel some comfort, but still it's not the same. But it's better

silver angels through the sky And I want you to know I feel lucky to know you Cut open my heart And you'll see that it's true I want you to know

scared and unprepared, but you ain't though Grab your ankles, yeah that's the angle I'm gone make a stank hoe of daddy's little angel I'm at the condo

in the dark and I dream of angels in the plumes of cigarettes a single feather floating high above the silent Thames bright electric trains on Friday

tired of you what have you got to lose? Can I tell it like it is, listen to me baby- it's my heart that's a suffering, it a-dying and that's what I

the chick the honky's ran to see She was the honky-tonk's fantasy Tina Turner, the living legacy And she's still got you tripping off the legs you see

call it a gift Hit the clutch then I start to shift Turn it up - light my dutch then start to drift Lost Angel, Westside rider The official, four-oh-five Friday