Eddi Reader - Patience of Angels Lyrics
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Patience of Angels
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What Are The Lyrics For Patience of Angels By Eddi Reader?
From the top of the bus
She thought she saw him wave She's all Tuesdays and forgetfulness And a little money saved Does she know, I don't know But from here I can tell That it would try the patience of angels It would try the patience of angels, angels And you know something's wrong When the morning hurts your eyes And the baby won't stop crying You'll be waiting till you die Would I be any good And if I was would I find That it would try the patience of angels It would try the patience of angels There's a door in a wall in a house in a street In a town where no-one knows her name She's the patience of angels Does she know, I don't know But from here I can tell There's a door in a wall in a house in a street In a town where no-one knows her name (There's a door) theres a door (in a wall) in a wall (in a house) in a house (in a street) in a street (in a town) where no-one knows her name She's the patience of angels The patience of angels It would try the patience of angels It would try the patience of angels It would try the patience of angels It would try the patience of angels, oh angels Ooh angels, oh angels, angels. |
Who Wrote Patience of Angels By Eddi Reader?
Eddi Reader, Mark Nicholas Hewerdine
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What's The Duration Of The Patience of Angels By Eddi Reader?The duration of Patience of Angels is 4:05 minutes and seconds. |
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