I kept the right ones out And let the wrong ones in Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins There were times in my life When I was goin' insane
returned Just like somebody slammed the door She was meant to be wild He was nearly a child But they only could feel each other They were paper and fire Angel
inside my home I got an angel on the left, saying don't give in but the devil on the right, saying let her in She won't stop kicking down my door Whoahoaha
them body on chill like gla-ciers Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious Going against me is atheist I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel
'd stay the hand of god, but the war is on your lips How can I brace myself for razor blades on whips When everything with meaning is shattered, broken
street There's no fire without a flame Not one word spoken Don't lie to me 'Cause you can't try to break What's already broken Where's the fallen angel
Shards of broken pieces Shattered on the floor Its not enough to bleed Tears and angry voices Cracks around the door No apologies And every time you
here I think you're beautiful My door is open wide Some kind of angel come inside Come here I think you're beautiful I think you're beautiful beautiful Some kind of angel
real. You broke your promise and made me realise... It was all just a lie! Sparkling angel, I couldn't see your dark intentions, your feelings for me. Fallen angel
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door See the sun sparkle in the reeds, silver
chariot, come down easy Taxi to the terminal door Cut your engines and cool your wings And let me make it to the telephone And Los Angeles, give me
waves at me, yeah, she smiles at me Well, hello world, how you been? Good to see you, my old friend Sometimes I feel cold as steel Broken like I'm never
your cloud Move in close as the lasers fly Our bodies touch and the angels cry Leave this place, go back to yours Our lips first touch outside your doors
Music :rudolf schenker Lyrics:klaus meine She's knocking at my door That little angel knows the score She's knocking at my door But I won't let her out
common sense what the [Pusha T] Came in the game, 8 years prior 8 years later, your mans on fire My Book of Eli, to all my subscribers play the two doors
the doors New paint now the car reborn, and I'm flying overseas Now my dollars is foreign And the Bentley got wings now the angels is calling uhh The
wrong conspiracy, this ain't Kennedy Jealousy get ya no where wit Lady C You want a wish you better I dream of genie Yo, all I left her was a broken
When I'm in for a show first hit up the store Four boxes to the neck, Alcohol to follow Get it on fa sho, Every zone I go Tip toe to the door, Room 3-
