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Angel Army


d7         g
angel army
              d7
angel army
              g
angel army
              d7
angel army
                     g
you will protect me
                        d7
and you'll never harm me
                   g                    d7        g
my angel army, my angel army

am                            d7                             am   
only time goes slow, you know you know, grow old grow old,
d7                                             g                   d7
get on the road or you'll never find me.


yell it from the mountains
over the treetops
catch the western winds
keep going east
record it in hi fi
send it over the live wire
soundwaves just bringing the truth

lift up your hands, ask him to hear your prayer, tell him bout where you been,
give it all to him and put it behind you.

angel army
angel army
angel army
angel army
you will protect me
and you'll never harm me
my angel army

only time goes slow, you know you know, grow old grow old,
get on the road or you'll never find me.










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