Tim Armstrong - Guardian Angel | Текст песни

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• Tim Armstrong
• Guardian Angel

Holes in the sky, holes in the street
Holes in a matter way down your feet
Changes gonna come where you're open minded
A sign in the day in the daily grind
They got no emperors, they got no kings
It's just us doing our thing
Works for poet, jacks addicts
You're the one with no shoes on your feet

You're my guardian angel!

Truth be told business call
Is cold fast train on a track that's old
Another violent nightmare recap
Split skulls and broken knee caps
West hips, I can't explain it
This way is too bit to contain it
Way too strong detained
Too hard to free them

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