| Oh Angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting
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| and when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you sing
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| Imagination’s hidden book, you wrote it on the wing
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| And when I vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything
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| Angeline, oh my Angeline
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| My Sweet Angeline — you have rendered me unseen
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| I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen
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| Well your body it is broken in so many different ways
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| And when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze.
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| your blood flows like the finest juice — the kiss of burgundy
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| and where it comes from no one knows, but where it’s going I can’t see
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| Angeline, oh my Angeline
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| My Sweet Angeline — (y'know) you have rendered me unseen
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| I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen
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| Angeline, oh my Angeline
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| You little Angeline — you have rendered me unseen
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| I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen
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| And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins — attack me from the paint
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| and I think that I am getting lost among the swollen states
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| oh rescue me or bury me, for I care not what you do
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| there is just one thing that I want to say am I really you
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| Angeline, oh my Angeline
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| My Sweet Angeline — you have rendered me unseen
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| I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen |