: Angels Angels They didn't want to be, but suddenly they're free Angels Angels I hear them in the trees I wish that one was me I watch clouds roll overhead
reconciled!" Joyful, all ye nations rise; Join the triumph of the skies; With angelic host proclaim "Christ is born in Bethlehem!" Hark! the herald angels
do My heart, my heart I've got to keep my heart It's not too late, it's not too late I've got to keep my heart My love, I will give to you, it's true
are Angel wings and devil's heart Voodoo got you You got the voodoo Wings & Hearts Two sides of evil That's what you are Devil's wings and Angel heart
angels Sweet and true He keeps sending me angels He keeps sending me angels From up on high He keeps sending me angels Teach me to fly He keeps sending me angels
wait and see. Put a little love in your heart, Put a little love in your heart, Put a little love in your heart, Put a little love in your heart. Take
the angels sing; Come, adore on bended knee, Christ the Lord, the newborn King. Refrain See Him in a manger laid, Whom the choirs of angels praise;
it's real all right We are diamonds that shine without fire we are climbing the stairs Going down and never higher we're fallen angels fallen angels fallen angels
s rain It's nothing more than heaven's pain Even angels cry Even angels cry I said, "man, what makes you so smart?" He said, "have you ever heard of a broken heart
you really think it's rain? It's nothing more than heaven's pain Even angels cry Even angels cry Even angels cry Even angels cry Even angels cry Even angels cry Even angels
Angels Angels They didn't want to be, but suddenly they're free Angels Angels I hear them in the trees I wish that one was me I watch clouds roll overhead
At the ends of the earth the battle cries echo/through the heart of angels and the angels arise/arise from death/and to the scattered bodies they go/
that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape The shape of my heart My heart That's not the shape of my heart
and oh how it hurts to see tears fall from her eyes into the desert some are sent to starve weary and weak they make their way home and though our tired hearts
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shine But there's that pocketful of miracles And with a pocketful of miracles The world's a bright and shiny apple that's mine, all mine I hear sleigh