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The Friday Prophets
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Guardian Angel
She's not the kind with a long white dress
She ain't got no wings no halo over her head
And her spirit is no warm and delicate matter
More like a punch in the face oh God that's why I love her
She sang her way right in to my heart
When things were at their worst she was the reason I got up
To her I turn in pleasure or pain
This angels follows me through heaven and hell
No matter where I go
Through deceiving alleys or the promising highway
Towards the horizon
I'll keep on marching to these hymns of my loved one
To these hymns of my loved one
She's not one for passing out blessing our curses
Nor will she judge me but sentence me
To a place of liberation and a state of mind
Where the fields are fertile and the roads are not trampled
She gave me something to believe in again
When I lost grip she held on to me
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To her I turn in pleasure or pain
From the inferno to elysium
No matter where I go
Through deceiving alleys or the promising highway
Towards the horizon
I'll keep on marching to these hymns of my loved one
To these hymns of my loved one
No matter where I go
Through deceiving alleys or the promising highway
Towards the horizon
I'll keep on marching to these hymns of my loved one
To these hymns of my loved one
Take me anywhere home is where she is
To these hymns of my loved one
Take me anywhere her voice is all I need
To these hymns of my loved one
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