Rick Springfield - Angels of the Disappeared Lyrics
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Angels of the Disappeared
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What Are The Lyrics For Angels of the Disappeared By Rick Springfield?
I send it out, a prayer tonite
To all the angels of the disappeared May they sleep in your arms tonite And may they know they're not forgotten here And the angels of the disappeared Are on a city corner or a downtown subway train And the world is watching and waiting to say CHORUS: Welcome home to you Welcome home to you The highways run, the cities glare Looking for God's fingerprints somewhere And every night the alarm is set So you can remember what you can't forget And the angels of the disappeared Watch a southern highway and a Midwestern trailer park And a town is watching and waiting to say CHORUS: Welcome home to you Welcome home to you God knows dreams come true Welcome home to you We take the precious thing and we break it apart there's no such thing as an unchangeable heart And the angels of the disappeared are walking hand in hand with the vanished ones tonite And a heart is watching and waiting to say CHORUS: Welcome home to you Welcome home to you God knows dreams come true Welcome home to you And the angels of the disappeared Oh they're busy tonite |
Who Wrote Angels of the Disappeared By Rick Springfield?
Richard Springthorpe
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What's The Duration Of The Angels of the Disappeared By Rick Springfield?The duration of Angels of the Disappeared is 3:16 minutes and seconds. |
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