| Angel: Stefano Zarelli he’s an angel in the making
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| And he’s going straight to Heaven like me
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| Devil: Well that’s not what I’ve heard and as a Devil I can say the word’s
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| That Stefano’s as rotten as can be
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| Angel: Well he’s a man of the world, Milano, California, Switzerland, Vienna,
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| Japan
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| Devil: Yeah he’ll go anywhere the girls can be persuaded
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| To have sex with a man
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| Everyone’s just a mess of contradictions
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| And we all write fictions each day
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| Angels and devils are the images we use
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| But they don’t mean shit, they just hide the truth away
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| Why not learn to love your contradictions
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| Why not live your life to the full?
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| Love the snake beneath the flowers
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| Cos together they’re the power
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| Of the contradictory beauty of you!
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| Angel: Well he loves Woody Allen and he loves a bossa nova
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| And he cooks a pretty good pasta sauce
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| Devil: Woody Allen, exactly, and the sauce is pretty spicy
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| Stefano Zarelli’s soul is lost
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| Angel: He loves warm places like tropical hothouses
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| There’s an orchestra that plays in his head
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| Devil: Yeah he loves warm places, like saunas and Hades
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| And between the legs of every redhead
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| Stefano Zarelli’s just a mass of contradictions
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| Like Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hyde
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| Angels and devils are the images we use
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| But they don’t mean shit, they just rule and divide
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| Why not learn to love your contradictions
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| Why not live your life to the full?
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| Love the snake beneath the flowers
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| Cos together they’re the power
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| Of the contradictory beauty of you!
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| Your whole life is a mass of contradictions
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| And you mix up fiction with truth
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| Love the flowers and the force
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| Cos together they’re the source
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| Of the power and the beauty of you! |