Slow Ride
Slow Ride....
All those things I thought to be real...
Always seem to be out of my grasp.....
Maybe just not meant to be for me..
And soon to discover with no great surprise....
The anger of angels are never to return.....
With my hope running low,I want to take that slow ride.....
Nights seem to find me all alone...
When you slipped from my hand....
Truth and lies in between,lies can't be undone...
Romours on the street doesent bring you back....
The anger of angels are never to return....
With my hope running low,I'm gonna take that slow ride...
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