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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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