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a beautiful sight woah
A hundred thousand soldiers in the sky woah
I don’t need to worry tonight
With you by my side yeah

Like an army of angels
Like an army
Footseps marching.
And the soft angel.
Voices singing to the sound of hundreds and thousands of lives.
All muted by a wave of the oceans fury.
Pack
down, deep underground
In the great disaster

I was hanging out in Berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I've seen Hitler's
house up above

The Lord didn't give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some sunshine and he lent it for a while
And he
disaster

I was hanging out in Berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I've seen Hitler's storm troopers
March right across
wanted him in the big house up above.

The Lord didn`t give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles 
He just thought you need some sunshine, and He
to live up, a hundred thousand ways to try.
Hey, little angel, don't you tell me that it's over.
You're just a bad reflection from above.
The load upon
billion 

one hundred and eighteen million, four hundred thousand ways 

to make children, by buildin 

Detected a fine mist but couldn't resist, I
down, deep underground
In the great disaster

I was hanging out in Berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I've seen Hitler's
Night falls while drunken angels
Sleep by the side of the road
And I'm nodding in a stairwell
Just trying to stay out of the cold

Circling
It's not your love I need
You'll see
Sorrow, tears and darkness
These are the pleasures
Beyond your dreams
I found myself
Down by the sea
A hundred years
fate the Moerea the sisters
Two hundred fifty thousand the Salem witch
In the bog of the Witch Meadow run
Malifica revenge plague have begun
Burned
caller ID
I'd take her call immediately
Ten Thousand Angels couldn't get me off of that line
Garth Brooks called dang near a hundred times
But I was
The cause is Ozymandian
The map of Sapokanikan
Is sanded and bevelled
The land lone and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand

Which plays
Serás-serás mi Angel de la guarda.
Coro
Si absorbiera en mi plasma tus humores,
Duplicaría tu ADN, combinaríamos tus genes,
Podré crear de tí, 100 duplicados,
(The skill of Shaolin)
Yes the good life, you know 
What the fuck is that, hell's angels?
Ol' Dirty singing in the background*
(Ah Mr. Bobby
It's not your love I need
You'll see
Sorrow, tears and darkness
These are the pleasures
Beyond your dreams
I found myself
Down by the sea
A hundred years
(The skill of Shaolin)
Yes the good life, you know 
What the fuck is that, hell's angels?
Ol' Dirty singing in the background*
(Ah Mr. Bobby
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is

Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
And nothing's ever gonna be the same

one hundred forty thousand years ago
When I was a wide eyed buffalo 
Sky up above breathing by
Calamity jane my oh my
snow, storms or even rain

Then, in all of it's pristine graduer, I saw the Holy City
Suspended like a cube at the expanse of eternity
Fifteen hundred
"A" is for "Apple" 
"B" is for "Balloons" 
"C" is for "Crayons" 
"D" is for "Drum" 

Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell 
One thousand
name to Chaperone 
D-Mac and Laylaw know that on mic cables 
I got one thousand two hundred techniques similar to the turntable 
So if it's crem de la
To their fate the Moerea the sisters
Two hundred fifty thousand the Salem witch

In the bog of the Witch Meadow run
Malifica revenge plague have begun
Burned
[GZA]
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise