Correction Paroles Wrestling With Angels par Gino Vannelli

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I wrestled with an angel
Of darkness called Despair
He claimed that he was
The answer to my prayers
He tried to bring me round
To his general school of thought
He claimed if I chose
I could end all my woes
Forever in a single shot

Well he damn near won me over
But my trigger finger froze
Soon a battle of wits
Became a mortal exchange of blows
Right before the lights went out
He pressed his whiskers to my ear
Then he spat and he cursed
And he whispered these words
With a snarl and a snigger and a sneer
He said...

Give it up, son
You know you never can win
The world is a burning house
It's always something
Get your gun, son
Kiss all your sorrows goodbye

Bang and you'll be flyin'
Like a bird up in the sky

Came a-tapping on my shoulder
It was an angel of light called Hope
She said...
"Hey little Boy Blue
Please let an old friend throw you a rope"
Sure it's dark, cold and windy
And the heavens ain't no great shakes
But weather wise
You just might be surprised
What a difference a day makes
She said...

Don't give up, son
It's true, you can't always win
The world is a burning house
It's always something
(There's always a-something)
Hide your gun, son
One to the head won't do you right
Come mornin' I bet you'll see things
In a whole different light
She said...
A whole different light

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