| Casperella Island, You were working at the boat house
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| Started just for fun but we wound up gettin kinda serious
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| Now summers come and leavin baby and taking you with it
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| The trunk of your car and bottle chimes clanking in the wind
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| So I’ll spill my heart one last time on this old guitar
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| Angelina, I’m gonna miss your sun kissed face
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| Freckle smile, soft eyes and your daisy chains, how you made my world come
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| undone
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| Angelina, maybe you’ll be back again someday
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| If what you left behind was really love
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| Yeah oooo Angelina, Yeah
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| Take my memory with you, how I held you on the old pier
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| Lanterns on the water your head on my chest bon fires in the salt air
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| Its cold in Chicago baby and you just can’t get warm enough
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| I’ve been fishing down on ocean road hoping you might show up
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| Cause you’ll know where to go when you get that ache in your soul
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| Yeah you will
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| Angelina, I’m gonna miss your sun kissed face
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| Freckle smile, soft eyes and your daisy chains, how you made my world come
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| undone
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| Angelina, maybe you’ll be back again someday
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| If what you left behind was really love
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| Yeah oooo Angelina, Yeah
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| Oooo Angelina Yeah |