| I went to Woodstock
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| I’ve been to Big Sur, too
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| And neither one held much for me
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| I tried The Tropics
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| Couldn’t get into Celine
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| Not my scene
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| Well, I was hoping you might know
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| Where did my angel go?
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| I held a mirror to my love stained life
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| I had no need of other means
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| I went for a song
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| But then I was young and strong
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| Every night long
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| And I was hoping you might know
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| Where did my angel go?
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| It was not just my imagine
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| I was unduly favoured, yeah yeah yeah
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| There is no free association
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| I’ve got to bring home the bacon
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| How can love be fair
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| When it’s always out of nowhere?
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| Smile if you want to
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| Yes, but take my advice
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| And try to avoid the present tense
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| And don’t got to Woodstock
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| Not if you feel all right
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| You know, young and uptight
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| Well, I was hoping you might know
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| Where did my angel go? |