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Wings Of An Angel
Mike Bloomfield
People if I had the wings of an angel,
Over these prison walls I would fly.
I'll fly back to the arms of my darling,
People in there I will stay till I die.
Lost my wife, lost my job, dear old mother,
People to just sit is me, here I'd to stay,
If it's cold and lonesome in this prison,
Oh my lord, I must broken, I must pay.
I am lost like a ship out on the ocean,
People I'm lost with my crew in a gale,
I'm in drunk and I shock my best body,
Man I must spend my life in this jail.
If I had the wings of an angel,
Over these prison walls I would fly.
I'll fly back to the arms of my darling,
And people in there I will stay till I die. Guitar!
I am lost like a ship out on the ocean,
People I'm lost with my crew in a gale,
I'm in drunk, lord I shock my best body,
Man I must spend my life in this jail.
If I had the wings of an angel,
Over these prison walls I would fly.
I'll fly to the arms of my darling,
After in there I will stay till I die.
Fade out......
by Franz Felix Vienne/Austria
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