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is the only angel no can seem to keep |
I pulled back my Beard
Walked through the door...
Where Thunder Rolls
To ride the thunder marks a man...
A sore, scruffy, and dirty old man,
Who comes home every night with his tool box in...
A sore, scruffy, and dirty old man,
Who comes home every night with his tool box in...
Where Thunder Rolls
To ride the thunder marks a man...
I pulled back my Beard
Walked through the door...
When the rain falls
So do the tears...
Falling from heaven down to hell
Kills the angel more than anyone can tell...
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He told lies, when asked about the truth he couldn't answer. |
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All he did was tell her things |
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Told her self a good joke then cried. |