Goldsboro - Angels | Текст песни

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• Goldsboro
• Angels

a hella california day

made my home in old LA

traffic jammed streets of gold

suddenly I feel so old

talk of how it used to be

drinking in those memories of

who we fucked, and who we loved

branded in the city of


angels

I pray you will

save a place for me



on the eastside looking best

the sun will set for those who rest on

laurels in the canyon heat

some will starve and some will eat their

humble pie and recognize

the blessing just to be alive

we hit our knees and stare above

desperate in the city of



angels

I pray you will

save a place for me



for all my regret

and all i've diseased

i will forgive



angels

i pray you will

save a place for me