Текст песни Spirit Of The West - Heavenly Angel
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(Kelly/Mann)I can barely keep a grip on the pen I holdBetter get a grip on myself I`m toldI`ve grown bitterly, shameslessly,indescribably coldI dove well into my cupsAnd wrote you a note full ofwonderful smutThe things I`ll do to you for us will beHeavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, AngelThe A to Z sits like the bible on the dashOf our van that must`ve once carried breadOh, my splitting headIn Cockermouth we heard the sound of one hand clappingThe other twenty-three were busydrinking and smoking awayGreat clouds of greyHeavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, AngelWell I miss youEverytime I try and callWe`re off to CarlisleTo steal a piece of Hadrian`s WallFrom the Solway FirthStretching out to the North SeaI miss youMy phone card says that`s all from myHeavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Anjil