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Songtexte: U2. Pop. If God Will Send His Angels.

Nobody else here, baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain

It's the blind leadin' the blond
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs

If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright?

God has got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he could?
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hangin' round this neighborhood

You see his mother dealin' in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a beggin' bowl
And Jesus' sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low

It's the blind leadin' the blond
It's the cops collectin' for the cons

If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Where do we go? Where do we go?

Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door

It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it is somethin' to go on
So where is the hope?
And where is the faith and the love?

What's that you say to me?
Does love light up your Christmas tree?
The next minute you're blowin' a fuse
And the Cartoon Network turns into the news

If God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well, if God will send his angels

And I don't have to know how
(Where do we go?)
And I don't need to know why
And I don't want to promise
(Where do we go?)
'Cause I don't want to lie
It's just more than I need to, tonight

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