Dean Winchester - Angels | Текст песни

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• Dean Winchester
• Angels

Someone’s always coming around here,
Trailing some new kid.
Says I see your picture on a
Hundred dollar bill.
What’s a game of chance to you
To win this one?
A real skill so; glad to meet you,
Angeles.
Pickin’ up the ticket, shows there’s…
Money to be made.
Go on, lose the gamble
That’s the history of the trade.
Did you add up
All the cards left to play?
To zero and sign up with evil,
Angeles.
Don’t start me,
Try and now…
‘cause I’m all over it,
Angeles.
I can make you satisfied in
Everything you do.
All your secret wishes
Could right now be coming true.
Spend forever
With my poison arms
Around you.
No one’s gonna fool around with us.
No one’s gonna fool around with us.
So glad to meet you,
Angeles.

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