| Well, its always been my nature to take chances
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| My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
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| Where the current is strong and the monkey dances
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| To the tune of a concertina
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| Blood dryin in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore
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| I know what it is that has drawn me to your door
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| But whatever it could be, makes you think youve seen me before
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| Angelina
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| Oh, angelina. |
| oh, angelina
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| His eyes were two slits that would make a snake proud
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| With a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowd
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| Worshipping a God with the body of a woman well endowed
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| And the head of a hyena
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| Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?
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| If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
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| No, I have heard nothing about the man that you seek
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| Angelina
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| Oh, angelina. |
| oh, angelina
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| In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode
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| The peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed
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| I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road
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| With your subpoena
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| When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?
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| Ive tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game
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| Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
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| Angelina
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| Oh, angelina. |
| oh, angelina
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| Theres a black mercedes rollin through the combat zone
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| Your servants are half dead; |
| youre down to the bone
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| Tell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrown
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| Maybe down in jerusalem or argentina?
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| She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old
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| Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been sold
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| Hes surrounded by gods angels and shes wearin a blindfold
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| And so are you, angelina
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| Oh, angelina. |
| oh, angelina
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| I see pieces of men marching; |
| trying to take heaven by force
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| I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse
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| In gods truth tell me what you want, and youll have it of course
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| Just step into the arena
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| Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases
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| Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four faces
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| Begging God for mercy and weepin in unholy places
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| Angelina
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| Oh, angelina. |
| oh, angelina |