Black Angels (The)
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Rain, rain look up in the sky,All you see is yourselfBlack cloud pointed with troubleHanging over our nation, and youAll dry, are the crop aroundWe will be forced to stealLike Grey Hawk perched up in tree,Waiting for the right kind of thrill (kill),From youBang, bang your magic is here, White men and God are one?Make us feel like foreigners,Devil's under our own sunWait, wait a few are blind,Let's trade secrets and get along fineWhich part of ours is entitled to us?You can't cross our imaginary linesTrail of Fear and tears to come,Not a dry eye in our tribeAll worn down by the power of NewLet's get together and drink until noonLet's get together and dreamLetras de cancionesLet's get together and drink until noonHow could we stop this forceThat grew on us?We should have drawn our own lines
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