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Albums:

Reel Chill: The Cinematic Chillout Album (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cinematic (Illy) · Jazz Lounge: Cinematic 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cinematic Superthug (Hunger) · Cinematic Superthug (Hunger) · Cinematic Overview 1977-1996 (Adrian Borland) · The Classic Cinematic Comedy: Laurel & Hardy, Vol. 1 (Laurel & Hardy) · Cinematic Song (Jesse O'Mahoney) · Cinematic Shades (Booka Shade) · Cinematic (Illy) – and 90 other albums »


And suddenly my heart goes boom
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my heart
(Must be talking to an angel)

No one on earth could feel like
And suddenly my heart goes boom
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my heart
(Must be talking to an angel)

No one on earth could feel like
I'm thrown and overflown with bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart

And when I think that I'm alone
It seems there's more of us at home
I came home from work
And she was waiting at the door
Had that bad day look in her eyes

And I heard the sound of her little feet
Across the hardwood
Atlantic
I sit alone as the night goes by
Stare at the phone and wait for your reply

CHORUS:
Long long distance love affair, I can't find you anywhere
surprised
He isn't much at a dance but then when he takes you home
You'd be surprised
He doesn't look like much of a lover
But don't judge a book by it's
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top
to this the destructiveness
Of the fire that rages without rest,
Decimating his neighborhood,
Torching his land where his home once stood.
Brutal cinematic
it's been a long time I've been waking up
at twelve o'clock
my pillow's cold by the time I get home
Ooo la la la la
I'm surprised to see that
And suddenly my heart goes "boom"
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my heart

Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
And suddenly my heart goes "boom"
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my heart

Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
events
Like the rays of a sun
Knocked to my knees
By the waves that continued to come
Each time I rise to my feet
I am knocked to the ground
But I am
it's been a long time I've been waking up
at twelve o'clock
my pillow's cold by the time I get home
Ooo la la la la
I'm surprised to see that
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top
that one was her favorite store ever. She promised she would take me back there when I had money. We left and continued down the street when we first
an angel
Playing with my heart

And when I think that I'm alone
It seems there's more of us at home
It?s a multitude of angels
And they're playing with
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top
the common to form a cordon.
That evening, there was a violent crash and I realized with horror that my home was within reach of the heat ray.
At dawn,
home man
That ain't gonna be no problem
I drive better when I feel nice (Are you sure man?)
Are you kidding me man?
That stuff in there, that stuff in
and a leg
We get three half-dozen beats to choose from
So now we can pretend
That there's an orchestra in the lounge room

I put the genie bass on
So my left
and a leg
We get three half-dozen beats to choose from
So now we can pretend
That there's an orchestra in the lounge room

I put the Genie Bass on
So my
a pamper, he on that childish shit
I know you've been silencing your phone
(Silencing your phone, ignoring calls from home)
I know you've been tryna get
wanna be that baddest
Wanna be with somebody who ain't never had it
No status, just all cinematics, you just got casted

I know you've been crying
cinematic
Noise in the attic, bang out with the automatics
It's hood politics that bring the hunger back
I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack
spazz on them
How can home be where the heart is,
When your shadow even fucking leaves you when you are in darkness
Still get stopped by Sergeant Pepper,